<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573</id><updated>2012-01-06T06:17:09.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmerichs Events</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4815429378688628427</id><published>2010-02-28T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:56:14.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Everglades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sp1at6v_I/AAAAAAAABKA/BDn_-aQO1Gw/s1600-h/EE+Blog+post+02281001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sp1at6v_I/AAAAAAAABKA/BDn_-aQO1Gw/s400/EE+Blog+post+02281001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the days we were in Florida we decided to take an airboat ride.&amp;nbsp; Not the typical "kid" thing to do but, after we got going Aubree decided it was a lot of fun.... so did Nana and Papa.&amp;nbsp; This is a boat like the one we took our ride on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sqGCBiwLI/AAAAAAAABKI/DMYV1GiT0E4/s1600-h/EE+Blog+Post+02281003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sqGCBiwLI/AAAAAAAABKI/DMYV1GiT0E4/s400/EE+Blog+Post+02281003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got lucky (or at least I thought so)&amp;nbsp; we saw a Gator in the wild.&amp;nbsp; The driver said it was probably 8-10 long......Pretty cool huh??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sqh0bXJeI/AAAAAAAABKQ/R4cw9eb3VJE/s1600-h/EE+Blog+post+02281005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sqh0bXJeI/AAAAAAAABKQ/R4cw9eb3VJE/s400/EE+Blog+post+02281005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In another spot we also saw a couple of baby gators...aren't they cute?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sq0EF1i4I/AAAAAAAABKY/k2G_riMkweQ/s1600-h/EE+Blog+Post+02281006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sq0EF1i4I/AAAAAAAABKY/k2G_riMkweQ/s400/EE+Blog+Post+02281006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More Florida wildlife????? well, I guess so.&amp;nbsp; As we were going through the reeds and grass we came across a cow.&amp;nbsp; This was shortly after we saw that big gator.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was asking, "Don't the gator's eat them?"&amp;nbsp; The driver said the gators leave them alone because they are too big.&amp;nbsp; They only go after something that large in the movies.&amp;nbsp; That cow was pretty boney though.&amp;nbsp; I think the gator passed him up just because there wasn't much meat on his bones.&amp;nbsp; There was a ranch along this body of water and he said cows wandered into the water all the time and ate the grass..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4spsmfafMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/5-DUwokWi1g/s1600-h/EE+Blog+Post+02281002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4spsmfafMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/5-DUwokWi1g/s400/EE+Blog+Post+02281002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And here is our little gator.&amp;nbsp; (The one on the right....)&amp;nbsp; She said to me "Hey Nana, take my picture."&amp;nbsp; I turned around and she was on the floor with him....Goofy kid.&amp;nbsp; I have only been home a couple of days and haven't seen her since Friday.&amp;nbsp; I already miss her so much....and she only lives next door. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4815429378688628427?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4815429378688628427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4815429378688628427' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4815429378688628427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4815429378688628427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2010/02/florida-everglades.html' title='Florida Everglades'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4sp1at6v_I/AAAAAAAABKA/BDn_-aQO1Gw/s72-c/EE+Blog+post+02281001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-8357259681538183075</id><published>2010-02-26T20:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:31:40.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h8sp0SP5I/AAAAAAAABIQ/E2_S74gaGao/s1600-h/Blog+Post+EE02261001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h8sp0SP5I/AAAAAAAABIQ/E2_S74gaGao/s400/Blog+Post+EE02261001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the next couple of days I will be sharing some of the fun we had on our vacation.&amp;nbsp; First, let me say....IT WAS WONDERFUL!!!&amp;nbsp; This was Morgan and Aubree's first time flying and although neither said they were nervous, we all know that anything unknown can make us a little anxious.&amp;nbsp; Aubree was a little scared but mostly excited in the weeks before we left and we talked about flying with her.&amp;nbsp; Well.....she did great.&amp;nbsp; She loved to fly.&amp;nbsp; When we were in the sky she asked Heather if we could go ask the pilot to do "rolls" with the plane?&amp;nbsp; She wanted the him to do some "trick" flying with our jet.&amp;nbsp; Heather was quick to tell her "No" but I think the man seated next to Heather who had a history of getting sick on flights answered quicker than Heather.&amp;nbsp; When we landed in Orlando Aubree exclaimed "That was AWESOME!"&amp;nbsp; So glad she enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h9EfaM13I/AAAAAAAABIo/hw8zMPgqpBk/s1600-h/Blog+Post+EE02261003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h9EfaM13I/AAAAAAAABIo/hw8zMPgqpBk/s400/Blog+Post+EE02261003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shortly after we got to our "home" for the next week, we heard some music coming from outside.&amp;nbsp; We were wondering what it was when Morgan asked "Is that an ice cream truck?"&amp;nbsp; Sure enough....the ice cream truck came each afternoon, however, the first day was the only one we actually were home to get ice cream.&amp;nbsp; I think Lorin thought that he was in heaven.&amp;nbsp; BTW - the driver of the truck was a Packer fan....Gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h88pDZM5I/AAAAAAAABIg/yGL3qirg-io/s1600-h/Blog+Post+EE02261002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h88pDZM5I/AAAAAAAABIg/yGL3qirg-io/s400/Blog+Post+EE02261002.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Behind our "home" was a large pond.&amp;nbsp; The first night we were there, I was taking Annie out to go potty and we were walking around the pond and saw this sign.&amp;nbsp; Not something you normally see in Wisconsin!!!&amp;nbsp; We did see gators later in the week.&amp;nbsp; Not in the backyard but.....I'll get to that in another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h9VwiojjI/AAAAAAAABI4/JXPZPLD1mBM/s1600-h/Blog+Post+EE02261002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h9VwiojjI/AAAAAAAABI4/JXPZPLD1mBM/s400/Blog+Post+EE02261002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am jumping around a bit..... because we didn't go to the beach until a little later in the week but, Disney, Animal Kingdom, etc will get a post all by themselves so I thought I would include a couple of pics from the beach.&amp;nbsp; The water was about 40 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Well maybe a little warmer but, no much.&amp;nbsp; When we first got there Lorin walked up and put his toes in and said it felt like sticking your foot into a cooler with ice water.....he was right.&amp;nbsp; He wouldn't let me leave until I "went in" the water.&amp;nbsp; I only put my feet in and came out in a hurry.&amp;nbsp; Here you can see Aubree getting hit by a wave.&amp;nbsp; Boy was that water cold.&amp;nbsp; And Morgan was such a good guy going in with her.&amp;nbsp; She thought the water was fine.&amp;nbsp; I don't think you can feel cold when you are 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h9OyClJaI/AAAAAAAABIw/YJPflluVt2U/s1600-h/Blog+Post+EE02261001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h9OyClJaI/AAAAAAAABIw/YJPflluVt2U/s400/Blog+Post+EE02261001.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And of course anyone who knows Aubree knows she cannot play with sand without getting buried.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to be a mermaid so Heather buried her and gave her a tail.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't papa look relaxed??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4iBO4WUmaI/AAAAAAAABJA/069iI6eNwFo/s1600-h/Blog+Post+EE02261003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4iBO4WUmaI/AAAAAAAABJA/069iI6eNwFo/s400/Blog+Post+EE02261003.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What do you get when you mix walking in the ocean and getting buried in the sand???? A kid that cannot go back into the vehicle without getting a shower.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell the water from the shower isn't much warmer than the ocean?&amp;nbsp; Look at the expression on her face.&amp;nbsp; But, she didn't mind.&amp;nbsp; I think she would have stayed and played all day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you want to see a couple more pics from the beach check out my Photos blog&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; www.photosbyjuleee.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-8357259681538183075?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/8357259681538183075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=8357259681538183075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8357259681538183075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8357259681538183075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2010/02/florida-vacation.html' title='Florida Vacation'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S4h8sp0SP5I/AAAAAAAABIQ/E2_S74gaGao/s72-c/Blog+Post+EE02261001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-8366727263209302570</id><published>2010-01-24T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:31:23.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Elk Ice Fishing Contest!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we spent Saturday afternoon up at the Big Elk Ice Fishing contest.&amp;nbsp; Lorin's brother owns a bar up on the Musser Flowage and sponsors the contest each year.&amp;nbsp; Some years the weather has been awful (two years ago the high for the day was like 20 below zero) but this year the temps were in the 30's and the sun was shining.&amp;nbsp; We had a nice afternoon enjoying what Wisconsin winters have to offer.&amp;nbsp; Hayseed and Julie came with us for the afternoon and several of his other family members were there.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few pics from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S1zLRptPcXI/AAAAAAAABCA/O8YlZr1OSZI/s1600-h/EE+BP+01241001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S1zLRptPcXI/AAAAAAAABCA/O8YlZr1OSZI/s400/EE+BP+01241001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S1zLZfnhTkI/AAAAAAAABCI/9bjKNBBqU28/s1600-h/EE+BP+01241002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of fish being caught.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't it look like the kids did better than the adults?????&amp;nbsp; We had a nice afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-8366727263209302570?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/8366727263209302570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=8366727263209302570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8366727263209302570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8366727263209302570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-elk-ice-fishing-contest.html' title='Big Elk Ice Fishing Contest!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S1zLRptPcXI/AAAAAAAABCA/O8YlZr1OSZI/s72-c/EE+BP+01241001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7656563038997507655</id><published>2010-01-10T19:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:53:45.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a Day - Get a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S0qBu1GSwrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/bmYQ4zCT9fA/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S0qBu1GSwrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/bmYQ4zCT9fA/s400/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425291342648623794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we are planning a trip to Florida.  Hopefully the weather won't be as cold there as it is right now.  Lorin was just checking the forecast for Orlando this week and the warmest temp is 65.  Tonight their low is 24.  That isn't much warmer than we are tonight.  Some friends of ours are there this week - I hope the weather forecast  is wrong and you get wonderful temps and can swim, etc.  Anyway, when we go we are planning to do all the typical "kid" things.  Go to Disney a couple of days, Discovery Cove, Sea World and probably to the beach for a day.  Disney has a program running this year where if you donate your time to a designated organization, you can get a free pass to Disney.  So, we signed up for Project Linus.  We had to make two blankets for each of us - 10 blankets.  Here are the ones we made.  They are quite specific on what you can make, size, colors, type of blankets, fabrics, etc.  but, we had a good time.  Well, I am not sure if Lorin and Morgan thought so, but we did accomplish our goal and got them completed.   Aubree also completed some cards/artwork to go along with them.  Project Linus distributes to children and teens that are in the hospital, have experienced losses/tragedies, etc.  They distribute 75 blankets per month (on average) throughout Northern Wisconsin.  It was great to do this for that organization and a great lesson for Aubree too.  Can't wait to go on vacation.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7656563038997507655?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7656563038997507655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7656563038997507655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7656563038997507655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7656563038997507655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-day-get-day.html' title='Give a Day - Get a Day'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/S0qBu1GSwrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/bmYQ4zCT9fA/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3254771697362470703</id><published>2010-01-02T17:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:42:09.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz_ZClZnb-I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/9xpKNdsL8j0/s1600-h/Blog+Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz_ZClZnb-I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/9xpKNdsL8j0/s400/Blog+Banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422291114799886306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok - I'm excited.  I just started my new blog sharing some of my favorite photos with all of you.  It is listed in my blogger list for you to link, so, check it out and let me know what you think.  (Hey, that kindof rhymes!)   Anyway, Happy Blogging!  The address is photosbyjuleee.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3254771697362470703?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3254771697362470703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3254771697362470703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3254771697362470703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3254771697362470703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog-is-here.html' title='New Blog is Here!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz_ZClZnb-I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/9xpKNdsL8j0/s72-c/Blog+Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7463739764553476005</id><published>2009-12-31T19:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:27:09.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect New Year's Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz1NQ31DPZI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ER_mgWm_KaI/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz1NQ31DPZI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ER_mgWm_KaI/s400/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421574478683651474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What better way to spend New Year's Eve than with your husband.  Quiet dinner.... lobster, salad, fresh bread and a bottle of wine..... perfect!  Happy New Year to all of my friends and family.  May 2010 be the best year yet.  See you on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, I have had a revived obsession in my life - photography.  My blog this year has been an accumulation of "events" - big and small - in our life.  I have had the great pleasure of spending much time taking photos of family, friends and all of God's great gifts.  I have had people asking me to see more of what I have been doing, so.... in the next couple of days, I will be putting the finishing touches on another blog that will feature many of the photos I have taken and will be taking over the next year.  Connie has inspired me to do a POTD..... well, maybe more like a POTW.   But, I will do my best to post at least once each week with one, two or many photos.  As with all bloggers, we love comments so, if you are so inclined, please leave me some of your thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God for all he has blessed me and my family with and I wish all of you the same for the new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7463739764553476005?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7463739764553476005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7463739764553476005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7463739764553476005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7463739764553476005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-new-years-eve.html' title='Perfect New Year&apos;s Eve!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz1NQ31DPZI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ER_mgWm_KaI/s72-c/Picture+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4805885002056379146</id><published>2009-12-29T19:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:52:56.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubing!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqvaHysrzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SvIW-1k_ojk/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqvaHysrzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SvIW-1k_ojk/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420837964796964658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we went tubing out at Perkinstown.  We haven't been there in years and boy was it fun.  Lorin is off this week so it was a Nana, Papa and Aubree day.  The first picture is of Lorin coming down the hill with Aubree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqvZ1NG48I/AAAAAAAAAwc/S-7u3jtalPU/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqvZ1NG48I/AAAAAAAAAwc/S-7u3jtalPU/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420837959807460290" border="0" /&gt;Then the landing....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Szquo8dsFeI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6fQVx92p87k/s1600-h/DSC_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Szquo8dsFeI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6fQVx92p87k/s400/DSC_0967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420837119942464994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About half way through the day, the rope broke.  Do you see how many stairs there are to the top of the hill.  Of course Aubree was not ready to leave so..... time to climb the stairs - 108 stairs to be exact.  Do you know how many times we climbed those stairs - Too many!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Szqunk66FlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/nNYpT4LrjEo/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Szqunk66FlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/nNYpT4LrjEo/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420837096442697298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqwlPlWK8I/AAAAAAAAAws/JZRC6J-hduE/s1600-h/DSC_0988.JPG"&gt;Here is Nana and Aubree way on top of the hill.....&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqwlPlWK8I/AAAAAAAAAws/JZRC6J-hduE/s400/DSC_0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420839255378635714" border="0" /&gt;On the way down......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzquoVVpVuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_IsSlsRF_Vo/s1600-h/DSC_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzquoVVpVuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_IsSlsRF_Vo/s400/DSC_0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420837109439747810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the bottom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqunEUDcDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2128g8_zUm4/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqunEUDcDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2128g8_zUm4/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420837087689797682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another graceful landing.... Not sure what was more fun - coming down the hill or landing in the straw.  Aubree was a little scared on the first run.  However, we no more than landed in the straw and she was saying "Again, again, again, can we go again?"  What a memorable day.  We ended with hot cocoa in the club house to warm up.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqupaEWgaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/QZJIjgTE0LA/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 402px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqupaEWgaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/QZJIjgTE0LA/s400/DSC_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420837127889256866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is on the way home.... Cheeks red and nose running.  What a fun day - can't wait to go again.  BTW - when we left they got the rope back up and running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4805885002056379146?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4805885002056379146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4805885002056379146' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4805885002056379146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4805885002056379146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/tubing.html' title='Tubing!!!!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzqvaHysrzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SvIW-1k_ojk/s72-c/DSC_0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7711529694562487301</id><published>2009-12-27T19:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:28:03.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzgHOgcHRCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qpGy64PTl3I/s1600-h/DSC_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420090097347806242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzgHOgcHRCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qpGy64PTl3I/s400/DSC_0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas!  Lots of fun with family and friends - we are blessed in so many ways.  Check out many of my photos on facebook.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a cute story from our Christmas.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday evening, after much of the commotion was over, our immediate family had our get-together.  We had a very casual dinner and then opened gifts.  Aubree, who will be 6 in about a month, has really wanted a bra.  She is such a girl and growing up way too fast.  Heather has been telling her she doesn't need one yet but, as I have told you in the past, Nana is a pushover.  And, since Heather didn't mind if I bought her one, that was one of her gifts.  She was so blessed with so many wonderful gifts from family and friends.   Many items that you would think she would have been so excited to receive.  Well, her favorite gift from this year is....... Her new bra!  When she opened it she was so excited, we all laughed.  Someone (I think Chad - Jenn's boyfriend) made a comment about her getting a bra and her reply was "Well, I am a WOMAN you know!"  (She is almost 6.)  Gotta love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other story from the weekend.... We asked her on Christmas Eve how her day was with her daddy and Grandma Sue, etc.  She was telling us how she had fun and about the gifts she had gotten.  She got art supplies, toys, etc. and some money from Grandma Sue and Grandpa Randy.  We asked her what her favorite gift was.  She said, "Everything!  Well, I really didn't like the envelope they put the money in, but I did like the money."  (I guess she saw no reason to waste an envelope.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such crazy memories from a wonderful weekend.  I will post some more pics this week from the open house.  Thank you to everyone who joined us for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7711529694562487301?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7711529694562487301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7711529694562487301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7711529694562487301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7711529694562487301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-christmas-gift.html' title='What a Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SzgHOgcHRCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qpGy64PTl3I/s72-c/DSC_0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-8970109048669095225</id><published>2009-12-21T13:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:18:01.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bokeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sy_IqIhXphI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DMjSYnNCY4g/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417769502917502482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sy_IqIhXphI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DMjSYnNCY4g/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Connie posted her bokeh, I thought I would show you some of mine too!  I love bokeh.  It gives a different look to a photo that is kind of fun.   Last week I took a couple of shots of my tree and used it for a card/label I put on my thank you gifts to my clients.  The first photo is SOOC (straight out of the camera) and the second is with a little photoshop work.  I lightened it so it would be a background, added a white border that faded in/out of the photo and added words.  So easy, and it turned out pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417769513499691138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sy_Iqv8XCII/AAAAAAAAAvk/VaR_LdqiLyg/s400/Picture+015-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I will post my "stars".  Thanks Connie for your constant inspiration!  Merry Christmas to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-8970109048669095225?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/8970109048669095225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=8970109048669095225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8970109048669095225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8970109048669095225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/bokeh.html' title='Bokeh'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sy_IqIhXphI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DMjSYnNCY4g/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6369012442279009291</id><published>2009-12-13T20:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:54:35.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414914211250395458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWjySLLWUI/AAAAAAAAAuc/IzFwP9Kkgwc/s400/DSC_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we took a drive to Marshfield to walk through the park and see all the lights.  We have done this every year with Aubree, Heather and Morgan and it has become a "tradition".....and, every year it gets better than the last.  If you have never gone.....you are missing something quite wonderful.  There are hundreds of thousands of lights throughout the park.  You can either walk through or drive through..... we do both.  Here are a couple of photos to entice you to make the trip.  The park is decorated entirely with donations and there is no admission.  They have volunteers that work in the park throughout the season and collect donations of money and/or food items.  The money raised goes to the needy families in the Marshfield area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414914205177907554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWjx7jYiWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dAJu11Kz9Jg/s400/DSC_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWjzK9wC4I/AAAAAAAAAus/OTR2pt9kX1M/s1600-h/DSC_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414914226494901122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWjzK9wC4I/AAAAAAAAAus/OTR2pt9kX1M/s400/DSC_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are a few of these fun photo "boards".  Here is Heather and Aubree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWjyor2saI/AAAAAAAAAuk/G0BGA4-3sio/s1600-h/DSC_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414914217293033890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWjyor2saI/AAAAAAAAAuk/G0BGA4-3sio/s400/DSC_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, Aubree and Morgan.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414914228743241250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWjzTVy_iI/AAAAAAAAAu0/8OEhZQxzqC4/s400/DSC_0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Aubree...... We had to do the penguins because I love penguins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916530519681986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWl5SIEK8I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Pqxlqlf09nk/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said... I love penguins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916537295905282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWl5rXpIgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/rlE6ObVTmew/s400/DSC_0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the new additions this year.  It is santa's village and it was awesome.  How cute and so much detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916543802893794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWl6DnB5eI/AAAAAAAAAvM/z9M-M0hs0q4/s400/DSC_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A closer look at one of the houses in the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414916554279711170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWl6qo5ccI/AAAAAAAAAvU/_CfYy8gVv7k/s400/DSC_0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we had to stop at Starbucks.  Aubree loves coffee (decaf of course).  She had to try Heather's Peppermint white mocha...mmmmmm yummy.  A perfect way to end a perfect evening.  I Love Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I have convinced you it is worth the short drive to see what a wonderful display is there.  BTW - Santa is there, some evenings his reindeer are there and they even have sleigh rides through the park on some of the nights.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas and God Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6369012442279009291?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6369012442279009291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6369012442279009291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6369012442279009291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6369012442279009291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights!!!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWjySLLWUI/AAAAAAAAAuc/IzFwP9Kkgwc/s72-c/DSC_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4812083934970868839</id><published>2009-12-13T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:25:30.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWhMDcnMOI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MCU8Idi_qnk/s1600-h/DSC_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414911355438706914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWhMDcnMOI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MCU8Idi_qnk/s400/DSC_0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to post twice tonite..... this first post is Pickles head this morning.  A couple months ago Julie posted the back of her head one morning and it looked a little like this.  Pickles had a sleepover at Nana and Papa's house last night and when she woke up her hair looked like this and I immediately thought of Julie's post.  When she fell asleep she still had her pigtails in and when she woke up this morning, this is what she looked like.  I'm glad I was able to send her home and let Heather deal with this "bedhead".  I wonder what she found in  there?  What did she do when she was sleeping last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4812083934970868839?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4812083934970868839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4812083934970868839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4812083934970868839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4812083934970868839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/bed-head.html' title='Bed Head'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyWhMDcnMOI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MCU8Idi_qnk/s72-c/DSC_0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1726484428568655948</id><published>2009-12-09T19:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:34:33.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyBO6CpJhSI/AAAAAAAAAuE/KScrlUo1bUg/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413413511148176674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyBO6CpJhSI/AAAAAAAAAuE/KScrlUo1bUg/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is it about kids and boxes.  I remember when the girls were little and would get a new toy.  They played with the toy for a bit but then always seemed to play with the boxes.  Today, Pickles was here.  She was so excited.  As you know, if you have been reading my blog... we have Nana - Aubree days.  Well, today was an unplanned Nana - Aubree day.  All she kept saying was, "It's a Nana - Aubree day and it wasn't even planned!"  Well, we had a busy day with baking cookies, decorating, doing art projects, drinking coffee?!?, etc., etc.  This morning I told her I had to get some work done on my computer, so she colored a couple of pictures and then decided to watch the rest of Sesame Street..... and here is where she decided to do it - IN A BOX.  She took my fur blanket off the sofa, the feather pillow from the closet, wrapped herself up and crawled in the box.  I think she almost fell asleep in there.  She looked so darn cute, I had to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1726484428568655948?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1726484428568655948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1726484428568655948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1726484428568655948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1726484428568655948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/kids-and-boxes.html' title='Kids and Boxes'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SyBO6CpJhSI/AAAAAAAAAuE/KScrlUo1bUg/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4044962321083720771</id><published>2009-12-04T08:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:12:51.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't he a good Papa??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxkX8nNU_iI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YAAQDSfdxWQ/s1600-h/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411382757346836002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxkX8nNU_iI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YAAQDSfdxWQ/s400/Picture+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend when Jenn and Chad were home, she needed to get her hair done.  So, Sunday while I was making brunch, Heather colored Jenn's hair.  Of course Pickles wanted to get in on that.  Usually she does Heather's or my hair, but Heather was busy with Jenn and I was making food.  So Papa was the target.  Isn't he a good sport?  I love his face in this first picture.  Doesn't he look kind of like he is in pain???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxkX8Etyp3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/D_to3WyeLBs/s1600-h/Picture+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411382748087756658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxkX8Etyp3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/D_to3WyeLBs/s400/Picture+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you  notice the bracelet???  It's a full service salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxkX7ohjF2I/AAAAAAAAAts/2h-lgzZz8AA/s1600-h/Picture+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411382740520212322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxkX7ohjF2I/AAAAAAAAAts/2h-lgzZz8AA/s400/Picture+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BTW - His hair is still gray.  Maybe he will have to make a trip to see Heather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4044962321083720771?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4044962321083720771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4044962321083720771' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4044962321083720771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4044962321083720771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/isnt-he-good-papa.html' title='Isn&apos;t he a good Papa??'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxkX8nNU_iI/AAAAAAAAAt8/YAAQDSfdxWQ/s72-c/Picture+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-9122866902086420453</id><published>2009-12-02T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:32:15.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxctqFUqdNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/gmkKd-Saz2k/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410843678315541714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxctqFUqdNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/gmkKd-Saz2k/s400/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Last week before Thanksgiving Pickles class and some of the other kindergarten classes celebrated Thanksgiving with a "feast".  They talked about the first Thanksgiving and how they had their meal with the Pilgrims and the "Indians".  Everyone in Pickles class was a Pilgrim.  Here is a picture of her class.  Heather and I got to go and "help".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410843688501902818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxctqrRR_eI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-tz8gklYOkU/s400/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of Pickles in her outfit.  When we got to school, Heather asked her where her clothes were.  When she left for school in the morning she had on a pink sweatshirt and brown boots on with her denim skirt.  Well, she still had the skirt on, but no sweatshirt and no boots.  She told Heather, she "needed" to bring her apron because they were having a feast.  Heather asked her where her boots were and she said they didn't match her apron so she had to bring her black shoes.  She is only 5!!!  Her apron says "Diva in Training" - appropriate???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410843696317719970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxctrIYt5aI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bEkphetwT3k/s400/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before they began their meal they all were told about how the Pilgrims and Indians gave thanks.  Doesn't this look like they were praying?  They were all told to fold their hands together and give thanks.  The did not say pray or did not mention God, but it sure looked like praying to us.  Heather and I were so surprised - very, very glad, but wow.  I was shocked they did this.  Wouldn't it be nice if that wasn't such a shock?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless you all.  Maybe someday this will no longer be a surprise or a shock, but something that children and all people will be able to do again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-9122866902086420453?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/9122866902086420453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=9122866902086420453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/9122866902086420453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/9122866902086420453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-feast.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SxctqFUqdNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/gmkKd-Saz2k/s72-c/Picture+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7386230113403394091</id><published>2009-11-22T20:46:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:07:10.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5nXE2f1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/MbfFL-fipg8/s1600/Picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407127282239569746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5nXE2f1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/MbfFL-fipg8/s400/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend Heather, Sue and I ventured to the Twin Cities. We had a few things in mind...... Shopping, see Pioneer woman, shopping, visiting Jenn, shopping, eating, oh and did I mention shopping????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we were successful in a few of those areas. WE SHOPPED! We ate Lots of food, we visited Jenn and We did see Pioneer Woman, but that part of our trip was not as successful as we had hoped. Long story short...... We saw her, but did not meet her. She was doing a book signing for her new cookbook which we wanted. When we got to Mall of America where she was scheduled to be, there was a very long line. We went up, bought our cookbooks and went to take our place in line. That is where the story gets llloooooooooonnnnnngggggg. We waited, and waited, and waited..... We actually waited for nearly two hours and moved about 10 feet in line. There were hundreds of people in front of us. Hundreds and hundreds of people. Sue was waiting in line, holding our spot while I went up to the second floor to see if I could get a couple of pics. We couldn't see her from where we were standing. Thanks Sue! Here are a few pics. Thank goodness for telephoto lenses, because she really was not that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5MkIIDmI/AAAAAAAAAtE/2djlw5hIz30/s1600/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407126821886496354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5MkIIDmI/AAAAAAAAAtE/2djlw5hIz30/s400/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice close-up.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5MTO5KRI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Eo3D74y-DxU/s1600/Picture+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407126817351477522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5MTO5KRI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Eo3D74y-DxU/s400/Picture+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered a couple of questions before she started signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5MFpBRVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-uVjcJCH6_8/s1600/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407126813702964562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5MFpBRVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-uVjcJCH6_8/s400/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture of her husband. He also was signing cookbooks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5Lo1PF2I/AAAAAAAAAss/6Kt3BVKH9R0/s1600/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407126805969573730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5Lo1PF2I/AAAAAAAAAss/6Kt3BVKH9R0/s400/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Husband and son signing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5LSO78pI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ned25FIV9Hg/s1600/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407126799903355538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5LSO78pI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ned25FIV9Hg/s400/Picture+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of part of the "line" waiting to have her sign a cookbook or two, or twelve.   Couldn't get all of them in the photo. They went behind the stage, behind the escalators and waaaayyyyy down the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story really didn't end there. when we had purchased the cookbooks, Sue had asked me how much they were. I told her I thought they were about $14-15 on her blog.  When we purchased them they were $27.50..... Yikes!  So, when we decided we were finished waiting, we decided to return the cookbooks.  We went back to Barnes and Noble and returned them.  We found them online that night through Amazon for $10.75.  Bad enough on one, but between Sue and I we had purchased 7 of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next time.  I think I heard she is in Florida, or maybe California in February.  Good reason to go there isn't it????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least we shopped, we ate, we visited Jenn and had a nice time. Thanks Jenn, Heather and Sue for the weekend.  Love ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7386230113403394091?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7386230113403394091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7386230113403394091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7386230113403394091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7386230113403394091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/11/pioneer-woman.html' title='Pioneer Woman'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Swn5nXE2f1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/MbfFL-fipg8/s72-c/Picture+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7169341367755836673</id><published>2009-11-17T10:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:21:37.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana is a pushover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SwLKyLlXGQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BqiBwnDfgk4/s1600/Picture+216+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405105466249779458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SwLKyLlXGQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BqiBwnDfgk4/s400/Picture+216+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I got a phone call from Pickles. Here is the conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pickles: "Nana, I don't like the lunch at school today so I want to take cold lunch but we don't have any bread. Do you have some bread?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Yes, I think we have some bread left."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pickles: "Would you bring it over here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Sure, I will be right over."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing they live just through the woods. However, that is not where the story ends. I am putting my coat on and the phone rings again. Heather says, "Nana is a pushover". I told her that Pickles needs bread. Well then she explains that she told her she could take cold lunch but only had buns, but could have a sandwich with a bun, but Pickles did not want that. So when Heather went into the bathroom to get ready, Pickles called Nana. When she got off the phone with me she went into the bathroom by Heather and said, "Nana is bringing me some bread because she loves me." Boy does she have me pegged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture I included is from a photo shoot I did this weekend for their Christmas Card. Obviously this isn't the one on the card. You'll just have to wait for that one. I absolutely love the one we used for the Christmas Card, and it is killing me not to show people. But - patience is a virtue - right? I do like this one too and there were so many that turned out cute. Once the Christmas cards are sent I will give you a bigger peak of what we did that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7169341367755836673?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7169341367755836673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7169341367755836673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7169341367755836673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7169341367755836673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/11/nana-is-pushover.html' title='Nana is a pushover'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SwLKyLlXGQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BqiBwnDfgk4/s72-c/Picture+216+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7643515008103848139</id><published>2009-11-16T11:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:50:47.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Season's First"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SwGO24MNOcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/LyBlUNS08EE/s1600/Picture+032+with+changes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404758101268969922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SwGO24MNOcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/LyBlUNS08EE/s400/Picture+032+with+changes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we woke up this morning and opened the bedroom curtains, we saw something we hadn't seen yet this season. The pond was frozen over. We have had a few days where there was a little ice along the edge, but today it is across the entire pond. Lorin laughed as I threw on my clothes and ran out the door to take a couple of photos. I had inspections this morning so I had to keep going out so I could get some photos when the sun was coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404759372619964690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SwGQA4V54RI/AAAAAAAAAsU/8NJcJoWU_DE/s400/Picture+009+with+changes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter is on its way. Are you ready? I'm not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7643515008103848139?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7643515008103848139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7643515008103848139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7643515008103848139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7643515008103848139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/11/seasons-first.html' title='&quot;Season&apos;s First&quot;'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SwGO24MNOcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/LyBlUNS08EE/s72-c/Picture+032+with+changes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3082780594351123586</id><published>2009-11-13T16:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:54:35.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Lisa's Fault"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sv3ipOcoi8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/E0WUaq9Si9w/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403724325795171266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sv3ipOcoi8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/E0WUaq9Si9w/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's what I heard today when we were having lunch at Olive Garden - "It's Lisa's fault".  Several months ago when we were in Vail, we made a quick detour to visit Melissa.  During our short stay there, we went to Olive Garden for lunch.  Melissa ordered some alfredo sauce for dipping her breadsticks.  Once Lorin tried that, he was hooked.  I remind him from time to time that isn't very healthy but his response always is - "It's Lisa's fault."  Sorry Melissa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403724329688138162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sv3ipc8ygbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/OtpMJ4t5Rtk/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Obviously he likes it because he ate the entire bowl!  Bad thing is, by the time your food comes you're not very hungry anymore.  Although, Lorin said he had a solution for that.  Next time he will just skip the salad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3082780594351123586?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3082780594351123586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3082780594351123586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3082780594351123586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3082780594351123586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-lisas-fault.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Lisa&apos;s Fault&quot;'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sv3ipOcoi8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/E0WUaq9Si9w/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1970631648894348966</id><published>2009-11-02T19:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:58:12.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Griswold Family Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su-I6Yyt5tI/AAAAAAAAArM/k_1IyGoFsNA/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399685014909478610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su-I6Yyt5tI/AAAAAAAAArM/k_1IyGoFsNA/s400/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clark is on vacation this week and has decided it is time to get the Griswold Family Christmas Tree to begin the holiday season. (Halloween is over so on to Christmas - or is there another holiday in there? - oh well, we'll worry about turkey day at another time.) We trudged through great depths of snow for several miles into the woods to find just the right tree........ Ahhhhhhhh the angels sang and a bright light shone upon this glorious tree. And there it stood...... The Griswold Family Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399685027248065826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su-I7GwdzSI/AAAAAAAAArc/2QDQYjzpULg/s400/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last time we forgot our saw and had the trying task of pulling it out of the ground, this year we came prepared. Tethers, chainsaws, a cat and a tree bailer - this year we are prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little full, lotta sap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399688066660658114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su-LsBc5a8I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IAKIylMe254/s400/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is laying on the ground after we cut the tree..... getting ready for the baler. It had a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399685728105122850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su-Jj5pzzCI/AAAAAAAAArs/fciZEqBr_Z0/s400/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; On the trailer and ready to go home. I wonder when Eddie will show up?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hear a noise, it's a funny, little squeaky noise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't hear a dump truck in a nitroglicerine plant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - Enough lines from Christmas Vacation (can you tell that is one of our favorite movies?) BTW - We have already watched it this Christmas season. We all watched it on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually......&lt;br /&gt;This tree, which was about 50' tall was across the road from our house. Today, while Lorin was home, he came in as said they were cutting this tree down. Now, we have seen them cut trees before, but they had a cat, and a tree baler and the tree was tethered on all sides so of course we had to go check out what was happening. We walked down the road and talked to the workers. They said this tree was going somewhere in Tennessee to be decorated for a Christmas Tree. Wow - I wonder if the Griswolds had one like this???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1970631648894348966?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1970631648894348966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1970631648894348966' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1970631648894348966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1970631648894348966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/11/griswold-family-christmas-tree.html' title='Griswold Family Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su-I6Yyt5tI/AAAAAAAAArM/k_1IyGoFsNA/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5634284850956621168</id><published>2009-11-01T17:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:18:13.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su4hWjx_auI/AAAAAAAAAq8/LDvVerJWgEI/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289674709560034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su4hWjx_auI/AAAAAAAAAq8/LDvVerJWgEI/s400/Picture+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although yesterday was "officially" Halloween, here in our town we celebrate this holiday on the last weekend in October.  So today we had the Halloween Parade and Trick or Treating.   Pickles dressed up like a mermaid - Aerial.  Mommy did her makeup and put pretty glitter on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su4hWXvU0UI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JU0jZPQSmKY/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289671477154114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su4hWXvU0UI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JU0jZPQSmKY/s400/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is in her full costume sitting by the fireplace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289683543751554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su4hXEsOe4I/AAAAAAAAArE/UwPGoE7lSaE/s400/Picture+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the parade.  Here is the float for our church.  We have a Monday Night Worship service that we just started.  (If you are unable to make it to service on Sunday, there is a service on Monday night.)  So our theme for the parade was Monday Night Worship with a Monday Night Football theme.   Our pastor changed the words to several songs and sang them along the parade route as we passed out candy.    I figured out how much candy we gave away and it came to over 6,000 pieces.  WOW - That's a lot of kids along that parade route.  We had lots of kids and adults riding on and walking along with the float.  As usual, we had a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a Spooktacular Day.  Happy Halloween everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5634284850956621168?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5634284850956621168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5634284850956621168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5634284850956621168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5634284850956621168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Su4hWjx_auI/AAAAAAAAAq8/LDvVerJWgEI/s72-c/Picture+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3922901305919573293</id><published>2009-10-29T16:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:03:04.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Be a Little Crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SuoOs0tvUkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OGiqILxUaKE/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398143266584482370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SuoOs0tvUkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OGiqILxUaKE/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First - Isn't that a pretty picture???&lt;br /&gt;Second - I just went a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several weeks - maybe months we have been getting calls from the NRA. Now, first let me say for all of you hunters out there. I do believe in our second amendment rights and know that this is a hot button issue with many. HOWEVER, I am sick of phone calls from them. Most of the time, thanks to caller ID, when they call, I just let it ring. Lately though, I have been irritated enough so I have been answering - nobody is ever there - UNTIL TODAY. Here is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Hello, Is mister Evhislingkunslsh there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Is Mister Enfmkosinlfdjka;ushjsh there?"&lt;br /&gt;Now our name may be a little long - but not that difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, he isn't - This is his wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Do you know where he is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (First Like it's any of his business, second like I am going to tell him. Well, ok I did) "He isn't here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "When will he be home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Can I help you with something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "No, I need to speak to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What is this in regard to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "HIS Second Amendment rights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I can tell you we are very aware of our second amendment rights and do not need to talk to anyone about them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I will call back when "the head of the household" is home - when will that be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That is not necessary and I am tired of phone calls from the NRA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I will call back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "If there is something you need you can talk to me or don't bother calling back." By this time I guess I was just a little more irritated and messing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I cannot talk to you - YOU WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND - I need to talk to your husband regarding HIS second amendment rights and being able to bear arms."&lt;br /&gt;(DID HE JUST SAY THAT? I WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND? Well for anyone who knows me, you will know that was definitely Not the thing to say to me. - I was just ticked enough to mess with this butt head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So I say - "How do you know I won't understand? Don't you think women have guns? Isn't it my Second Amendment Rights too? Why do you think this is just something men will understand. Do you really think you are doing your cause any good by talking to me and other women this way? Why do you think you are superior to women?........." (After about 5 minutes - I did stop talking and asking him questions and he was still on the phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Women just don't usually understand this stuff so we need to talk to the man of the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You have got to be kidding. You aren't married are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Well, actually I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I bet she doesn't own a gun does she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Think about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I willl call back later and talk to your husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hang up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me, do you really think everyone that works for the NRA is this stupid? Do you think he will call back? Part of me wishes he does. Maybe I will mess with him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3922901305919573293?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3922901305919573293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3922901305919573293' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3922901305919573293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3922901305919573293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-may-be-little-crazy.html' title='I May Be a Little Crazy!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SuoOs0tvUkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OGiqILxUaKE/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3613459301960816777</id><published>2009-10-28T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:08:29.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Suj455SaJAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JX3cZREYwAo/s1600-h/Picture+089+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397837826917803010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Suj455SaJAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JX3cZREYwAo/s400/Picture+089+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SujzMkfaV8I/AAAAAAAAAp8/kpO-sSFJrJ0/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I was out on inspections and had to make a bit of a detour to pick up some carpet for the float that will be in the parade on Sunday. I stopped at my aunt and uncle's house for a short visit and got a bonus. My cousin and his wife were there with their new baby boy. He is absolutely adodorable. I had so much fun taking some quick photos of him. These are SOOC but I had to post just a couple. He just kept smiling. What a good baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397837822002412514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Suj45m-fO-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/p90V4RD95R0/s400/Picture+045+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a thumb sucker - I love it! Even sucking his thumb he was still smiling. I can't wait to do some fun photoshopping on these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3613459301960816777?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3613459301960816777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3613459301960816777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3613459301960816777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3613459301960816777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-little-boy.html' title='Sweet Little Boy'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Suj455SaJAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JX3cZREYwAo/s72-c/Picture+089+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1517189356781672850</id><published>2009-10-23T15:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:23:39.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you been all my life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SuIY5358RvI/AAAAAAAAAps/Lvw4w_JXY6E/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395902686081861362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SuIY5358RvI/AAAAAAAAAps/Lvw4w_JXY6E/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As many of you may remember - I get cravings - for ice cream. (It comes from marriage to my husband.) It's in their genes and I am not sure how it passed over to me, but it's there. If you will also remember by my previous ice cream fiasco, I had a bit of a problem that day indulging in the sweet delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today as I was making supper, the Schwan's man came. As usual, I had no idea what I needed or wanted, so he handed me the catalogue to look through. As I am flipping the pages, he tells me, "Ice cream is on sale - two for $9". So I begin checking the flavors. And there it is..... Dulce De Leche. I have never had this ice cream before, but if any of you read the comments I received on my ice cream post, Lynn told me that this was the best. And, of course, since she also has Emmerich blood in her, I assume she is an expert. So, I say "Let's try the Dulce De Leche and the Autumn Treat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to his truck and returns with these wonderful treats along with an array of other goodies I purchased. I pay him and take the bag to put in the freezer. But...... I couldn't help but remember Lynn's comment about "how good that ice cream is". Ok, I'll try just a little. Now for those of you who never have the Schwan's man come to your house, you may not be aware that their truck is kept at a chilly -700 degrees. I open the container, waiting to taste this creamy delight and try to put my spoon into the container. It is like scooping into a BRICK! But of course, I won't give up - I can't. I try again, no luck. Well, let's get out the fancy Pampered Chef ice cream scoop with the antifreeze inside. Maybe that will work - Again, no luck. I think it actully curled up and ran when it saw the newly arrived Schwan's container. However, for anyone who knows me, I am persistent (ok, stubborn) I wanted to taste that ice cream. After 10 minutes of trying, I did manage to get a small chunk out of the corner. Not sure if I finally got lucky or if it melted enough to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well moral of the story - I am not sure if I am angry that Lynn introduced me to yet another high calorie sinful delight or if I should thank her for the introduction. (I'll let you know when I finish the container.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - I also tried the Autumn Treat - Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1517189356781672850?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1517189356781672850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1517189356781672850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1517189356781672850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1517189356781672850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-have-you-been-all-my-life.html' title='Where have you been all my life?'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SuIY5358RvI/AAAAAAAAAps/Lvw4w_JXY6E/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1877242148343560176</id><published>2009-10-21T20:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:32:11.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubree School Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/St-1JjSknzI/AAAAAAAAApc/gfA-M5lJCqI/s1600-h/Aubree+school+pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395230054309732146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/St-1JjSknzI/AAAAAAAAApc/gfA-M5lJCqI/s400/Aubree+school+pic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubree finally brought home her school pictures. It seemed like it took forever. They are always so cute. She had to wear her new outfit that Nana bought her when we were shopping. You can't see them but she also has black "fashion" boots on. When she got to school all the little girls came up to her and said "I like your outfit Aubree". And she just "hated" all that attention. Ha ha. She says it is her Hannah Montanna outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395230914614662370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/St-17oLQFOI/AAAAAAAAApk/fscA9UVQsAQ/s400/Aubree+school+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a close up - Don't you love that smile???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1877242148343560176?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1877242148343560176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1877242148343560176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1877242148343560176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1877242148343560176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/aubree-school-pics.html' title='Aubree School Pics'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/St-1JjSknzI/AAAAAAAAApc/gfA-M5lJCqI/s72-c/Aubree+school+pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1455314754106382614</id><published>2009-10-18T09:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:56:59.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Decorating and Brock's B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393950209586362178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StspIyKJ90I/AAAAAAAAAok/foiVqDftv0U/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Brock's Birthday - Happy Birthday!!! Last night we went to their house for dinner - mmmmmm - lasagna. Anyway, I took a few photos and wanted to share them. Here is Brock with his girlfriend Miranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Stsqb2RxhKI/AAAAAAAAApM/FZ9xaNgpDIQ/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393951636621198498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Stsqb2RxhKI/AAAAAAAAApM/FZ9xaNgpDIQ/s400/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister loves to decorate for Halloween and although she said she didn't have much "up", I had to take a few pictures. Her house is decorated so cool for the holiday. This first one is a pic of her living room. She has these "creepy curtains" on all the windows and openings into the room. See the witch in the corner. Below it there is a bowl with a hand in it as well as lots of other small gooley items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StsqEcq2zSI/AAAAAAAAApE/eQdCYH7-a5Q/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393951234610089250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StsqEcq2zSI/AAAAAAAAApE/eQdCYH7-a5Q/s400/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closeup of the witch.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StsqDzlLgoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/XJ-sV_YTTZQ/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393951223580426882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StsqDzlLgoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/XJ-sV_YTTZQ/s400/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trunk of bones and skulls......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StsqDVnG9PI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mg70HT3sTWw/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393951215535453426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StsqDVnG9PI/AAAAAAAAAo0/mg70HT3sTWw/s400/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot so you can see the bones a little better......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StspJueDYRI/AAAAAAAAAos/JaTaSSRo3aU/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393950225775943954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StspJueDYRI/AAAAAAAAAos/JaTaSSRo3aU/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An here is the creature that greets you as you enter the living room. I know they are all named, but I can't remember its name. Anyway, awesome Halloween decorating, great food and such a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1455314754106382614?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1455314754106382614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1455314754106382614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1455314754106382614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1455314754106382614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-decorating-and-brocks-b-day.html' title='Halloween Decorating and Brock&apos;s B-day'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StspIyKJ90I/AAAAAAAAAok/foiVqDftv0U/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5465879170868434086</id><published>2009-10-13T11:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:58:17.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Splendor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StfTH9Um47I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Oe2RbbjxZQk/s1600-h/Picture+016+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393011212473000882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StfTH9Um47I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Oe2RbbjxZQk/s400/Picture+016+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StfQygCTlnI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fOm8rl_LGMI/s1600-h/Picture+016+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StStk6LifBI/AAAAAAAAAnw/CUVLB23ml6E/s1600-h/Picture+016+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should be working...... but I had to go out and take a couple of pictures this morning and capture the beauty of the day. (New outlook on winter?) Not really, I can still come in and have coffee by the fire - which I did. This afternoon - a little painting. Trying to get a few projects done around the house. It is "nesting" season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5465879170868434086?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5465879170868434086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5465879170868434086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5465879170868434086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5465879170868434086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-splendor.html' title='Winter Splendor'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StfTH9Um47I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Oe2RbbjxZQk/s72-c/Picture+016+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2028088593387813752</id><published>2009-10-12T20:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:34:43.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter and Morgan's B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPVfOkFkOI/AAAAAAAAAng/b9WeCJzyg_4/s1600-h/Picture+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391887911354732770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPVfOkFkOI/AAAAAAAAAng/b9WeCJzyg_4/s320/Picture+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow - NOT! Well as some of you know we got snow. I hate snow. I did inspections today and I was cold and wet - Yuch. There are still leaves on the trees for pete's sake. However, I have to admit, it was beautiful outside and kids love it.  Pickles is no exception. They came over tonite for Morgan's birthday and we had to take a few pictures in the snow. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391886233836145410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPT9lUfSwI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TIXzAFI6-bU/s320/Picture+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course, a snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPT-OjRA2I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dY-ZpeN4S3A/s1600-h/Picture+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391886244903977826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPT-OjRA2I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dY-ZpeN4S3A/s320/Picture+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty impressive.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891219256664130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPYfxdXYEI/AAAAAAAAAno/D5cO0GqScyU/s320/Picture+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then there were a few snowballs flying.  See the snow on Papa's back.  Pickles has a pretty good arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPT9W7wm5I/AAAAAAAAAnA/LnrRzEX8CIY/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391886229974326162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPT9W7wm5I/AAAAAAAAAnA/LnrRzEX8CIY/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is a picture from our dinner at Red Lobster on Saturday. Happy Birthday Morgan. We are so glad you are a part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2028088593387813752?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2028088593387813752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2028088593387813752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2028088593387813752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2028088593387813752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-and-morgans-b-day.html' title='Winter and Morgan&apos;s B-day'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StPVfOkFkOI/AAAAAAAAAng/b9WeCJzyg_4/s72-c/Picture+277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4795295032914979199</id><published>2009-10-11T21:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:16:21.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I shot a buck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StKfYPzPFNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Qbv2_3TzUGE/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391546942823011538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StKfYPzPFNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Qbv2_3TzUGE/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StKYO3QlBjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/NSpnfj3SWuc/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK - With a camera. On Friday nite, my husband and I were leaving to go on an inspection of a new home. As we walked to the door of the garage, he noticed a deer just inside the edge of the woods by our house. Of course Annie was with us, but she never noticed (good watch dog). We stood there for a second and I said I wanted to see if I could get a good picture so I went around the side of the garage as he stood there. After a few minutes he came looking for me. I was able to go around the garage and sneak up on him. Every time he looked away or put his head down I would take another step or two. I didn't have my zoom lense on so I wanted to get as close as possible. I got about 25 feet away from him. For some reason, he either didn't notice me or he didn't care. I got my hair colored that morning and the wind was going in his direction so he should have been able to smell me. Go figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must be living in the area because we have seen him from time to time during the summer. Last Sunday he was at our daughter's house. She called while we were tearing down after the quilt show at church and said it was standing outside the patio door and Aubree had opened the door and was waving at him. He just stood there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why guys have such a difficult time hunting these????? OK - I know, I am just talking smart. Try to get that close when hunting - Not. Anyway, he is a nice buck - not as big or old as John's but I am sure if Lorin sees him again, he won't be around long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4795295032914979199?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4795295032914979199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4795295032914979199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4795295032914979199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4795295032914979199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-shot-buck.html' title='I shot a buck!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/StKfYPzPFNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Qbv2_3TzUGE/s72-c/Picture+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-808449526219403460</id><published>2009-10-09T19:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:00:36.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vail Wedding - Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390763226301415410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_Wl8PvP_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/0F7JPlFAeFM/s320/Picture+127-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several months I have had people asking me where the pictures of the Vail Wedding are. It seemed like everytime I thought about posting them, there was a reason to wait. Well, I am waiting no more. Here are just a couple of my favorites that I took that day. I think this first one is one of my all time favorite photos. The bride was being walked "down the aisle" by her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390763210060890530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_Wk_vsgaI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Ef8GCdvjKvQ/s320/Picture+115-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a similar shot of the wedding party. Aren't the mountains in the background beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_YMhdXtjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/M-tn3AOy0BM/s1600-h/Picture+179-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390764988637361714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_YMhdXtjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/M-tn3AOy0BM/s320/Picture+179-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wedding ceremony took place on the top of a mountain in Vail. This is actually known as the Wedding Deck at Eagle's Nest. You take the gondola to the top of the mountain and then walk (or take a golf cart) to the edge of the site of the wedding deck. The first time we went there, the day before, I walked there and it took my breath away. It was an abosuletly spectacular view. What a beautiful place for a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_YLqp-VuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jUknNUccURY/s1600-h/Picture+150-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390764973926274786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_YLqp-VuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jUknNUccURY/s320/Picture+150-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here you can see the mountains in the background. I really like this shot. I also did a few variations of it. The red dresses were so striking against the mountain backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390766651679708866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_ZtUxkFsI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ptGMmzBpdF8/s320/Picture+390-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot of them leaving the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390766663987196962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_ZuCn5dCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/1Bfb98NIoPY/s320/Picture+447-01+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a photo of them arriving at the reception. Angie was a beautiful bride and it was a stunning wedding. I am sure it is one not only the bride and groom will remember, but also their wedding party and guests. I took hundreds of photos that day and maybe I will post a few more another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-808449526219403460?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/808449526219403460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=808449526219403460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/808449526219403460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/808449526219403460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/vail-wedding-photos.html' title='Vail Wedding - Photos'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss_Wl8PvP_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/0F7JPlFAeFM/s72-c/Picture+127-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-717313356190277264</id><published>2009-10-08T15:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:18:10.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got a Clydesdale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss5TCVdQeOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MX2Z9YJSMHk/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390337103593765090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss5TCVdQeOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MX2Z9YJSMHk/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For anyone who knows me, they know that as soon as fall is here, my fireplace is going. And, it is going all winter long. I love the feel of a wood fire in the fireplace, especially since I hate winter. My only solice is the fact that I can sit in front of the fireplace with my cup of coffee. That's the only thing that gets me through winter here. In our past homes, we had "efficient" fireplaces that produced heat. Since we have moved into this house, I still had the fireplace going all the time, but we didn't get a great deal of heat from it. We have been looking for a fireplace insert since we moved in here that would fill the hole. Our fireplace is huge and every insert we looked at had a tiny little glass door that would have looked silly in such a large opening/fireplace. This summer, Lorin said, "No matter what - we are getting an insert - NO MATTER WHAT!" I had to pick something. A few weeks ago we went fireplace shopping. Many were UGLY, many had little glass doors, many were inefficient. None were what I was looking for. We had our mason stop here three times trying to see if we could take our existing fireplace apart enough (it is a real stone fireplace) and add the unit we had in our last house. After much contemplation, he said we "might" be able to but no guarantees. When he starts to take it apart, it may come crashing down. So - I had to find an insert. Well this is what we came up with - and I am happy. I have only had it for 15 minutes - but I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few pictures of the day. The first one is the empty fireplace. Lorin had it prepped so when the installers got here it was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390336207974849538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss5SONBEXAI/AAAAAAAAAko/2ozIZm8Z0yY/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here the installer is on the roof. I'm glad I didn't have to go up there. Anyone who knows our house, knows the roof is super steep. I think it is a 24/12 pitch. "A-frame".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss5SQABr_SI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hZi7eulEtQU/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390336238847524130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss5SQABr_SI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hZi7eulEtQU/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are installing the unit. Good thing my brother stopped to say Hi. He got out of his vehicle and I said "I am so glad to see you. You are just in time." That unit weighs 550 lbs. and I am so glad I didn't have to help lift it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390336251428764322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss5SQu5SeqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1Snm9lZphQk/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the unit installed - It's called The Clydesdale because of its size, etc. It has a huge glass door, a 12 hour burn time and is supposed to heat up to 3,000 sf. Anyone want to come for coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phase 2 starts soon. New mortar, new hearth, new mantel..... Oh the living room remodeling has only just begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-717313356190277264?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/717313356190277264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=717313356190277264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/717313356190277264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/717313356190277264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-got-clydesdale.html' title='We Got a Clydesdale!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ss5TCVdQeOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MX2Z9YJSMHk/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6388355538105978957</id><published>2009-10-06T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:53:02.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Cindy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sstmitkt6tI/AAAAAAAAAkg/1XF8FHCwvtc/s1600-h/Picture+412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389514125614115538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sstmitkt6tI/AAAAAAAAAkg/1XF8FHCwvtc/s320/Picture+412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few years ago my aunt, who is only a few years older than me, found out she has cancer.  After battling for the past few years with several surgeries, chemo, etc. we were given good news that they were very optimistic and no cancer was detected.  Last week we received news that it is back and she will again have to go through many treatments, etc.  So, if you can spare a minute, please say a prayer for Cindy.  We love her dearly and want her to know how important she is to all of us.  God Bless her and everyone who is stuggling with this awful disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6388355538105978957?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6388355538105978957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6388355538105978957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6388355538105978957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6388355538105978957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayers-for-cindy.html' title='Prayers for Cindy'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sstmitkt6tI/AAAAAAAAAkg/1XF8FHCwvtc/s72-c/Picture+412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2931521061297347648</id><published>2009-10-04T18:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:47:41.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash The Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388889257105423202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SskuOk-v-2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/-xqraoqXyR8/s320/Casey+1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have wanted to find a bride that would be willing and excited about doing "Trash The Dress". When I mentioned it to Casey, she was all excited. So the week of the wedding, we had some fun one rainy night. Casey came with several from her wedding party including her two flower girls and her two miniature brides to have a little fun. We decided a great way to trash the dress would be to jump in the pond. Here are a few shots from the night. Marie (her photographer) &lt;a href="http://mariewalkowskiphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mariewalkowskiphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; was here and took a few shots from the shore and I went out on the pond in the paddle boat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388889276844596530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SskuPug73TI/AAAAAAAAAkI/a2TToO6J09k/s320/Casey+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388889266373204194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SskuPHgXGOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/T0g-gNj7WLk/s320/Casey+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SskvQWDnxkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wKF_Qi1o8Rc/s1600-h/Casey+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388890386970691138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SskvQWDnxkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wKF_Qi1o8Rc/s320/Casey+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388890394666802994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SskvQyuhHzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/5qSm8rDJ86U/s320/Casey+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was a lot of fun and I think we had about 25 people here watching and participating in the fun. Our "theme" for decorating the wedding included a number of antiques. The wedding was at the Simek Center and we decorated the entry with old wedding dresses from her mom, Andy's mom, and two of Casey's grandmothers. We included the dress she trashed in an old antique washer with a number of pictures from the night. Lots of fun and it worked out great to add to the entry decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2931521061297347648?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2931521061297347648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2931521061297347648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2931521061297347648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2931521061297347648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/trash-dress.html' title='Trash The Dress'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SskuOk-v-2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/-xqraoqXyR8/s72-c/Casey+1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5707749366963049832</id><published>2009-10-03T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:47:32.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ssf8Tj0vsEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bOXzYhkKT2w/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388552892136271938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ssf8Tj0vsEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bOXzYhkKT2w/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week while at school Aubree had a bit of a mishap.  She was out on the playground and a little boy from her class tripped her.  It was such a surprise that she fell right on her face.  She took most of it in the nose and forehead.  Heather got a call from the school nurse to let her know.  She told her what happened, and that although she was pretty upset, she didn't think she needed to go to the clinic.  The nurse calmed her down and took care of the injuries.  She told Heather she should just watch her for any unusual behaviou.  It's healing now, but it still looks pretty nasty. &lt;br /&gt;When papa saw it, he was upset.  He told Aubree he was going to go talk to that little boy.  Aubree liked that idea and said she would come with and papa could "hold him down for her".  We had to explain to her that it was only an accident and that's not the way we handle something like that.  I think she is friends with that little boy again though.  She was talking about him at dinner last night and we asked, "Isn't that the little boy that tripped you?"  She said "Yes, ( like what's the big deal.)  I'm glad she doesn't hold a grudge.  She has a lot of teenage years coming up to deal with all those "boy issues".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5707749366963049832?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5707749366963049832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5707749366963049832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5707749366963049832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5707749366963049832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Ssf8Tj0vsEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bOXzYhkKT2w/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7616217441841582244</id><published>2009-10-01T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:09:13.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387829206340758754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsVqHgJqbOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Y7eMznJIsb4/s320/Picture+007+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we had a wedding for our nephew Andy. His best man, one of his groomsmen and their parents are very good friends of ours. Since they looked so good for the special day, we decided to take a few family photos of them. Here are just a couple of my favorites. The first one is in our courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387833636260180962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsVuJW4wc-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/7tQGEydcC1M/s320/Picture+114+copy+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This next photo is of Ken and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsVqH5eHs8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/fIKr4Oor9XI/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387829213137449922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsVqH5eHs8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/fIKr4Oor9XI/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this last one is of Ken and Sue. I love taking photos of friends and family. Capturing their energy and personality is such a treat. They are such special friends to us and I had so much fun taking their pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7616217441841582244?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7616217441841582244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7616217441841582244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7616217441841582244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7616217441841582244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/10/photo-sneak-peek.html' title='Photo Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsVqHgJqbOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Y7eMznJIsb4/s72-c/Picture+007+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6927493888460725686</id><published>2009-09-28T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:55:15.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFu15OL6LI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2kClCvhbTNo/s1600-h/Picture+516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386708501484267698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFu15OL6LI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2kClCvhbTNo/s320/Picture+516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend we had the wedding of my nephew Andy and his new wife Casey. Since so many of my blogging buddies will be posting pictures of them, I thought I would go a little different route. The week started with the decorating and ran into the day of the event. Lots of family and friends and everyone having such fun. Lots of dancing throughout the night. I had to take a few pictures of the fun. The first picture is Joni and Tracy dancing to a Michael Jackson song I think. They had more crazy moves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFu1GYJ7nI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jh_YOBf6fgQ/s1600-h/Picture+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386708487835872882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFu1GYJ7nI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jh_YOBf6fgQ/s320/Picture+432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there was Deb, Heather and Patti showing us their stuff. They were trying to persuade me to come back out on the dance floor, but I had to take a few photos first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386716949018196178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsF2hmvOONI/AAAAAAAAAio/BFa4nqyBveY/s320/Picture+542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then there is Patti and Chris.  They were playing the song from Dirty Dancing and it was time for the lift.  The first time "the lift" came up in the song, they were in position and Patti started and Chris turned and ran...... This is the second time.  Do you think they went through with it????  I love the look on their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386712308426456994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFyTfL7v6I/AAAAAAAAAig/kQzpisfpFZA/s320/Picture+478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then, of course we have the wedding party. This was the grand march. Rather than do the traditional dancing with couples, etc., etc., which really isn't Andy and Casey, they decided to have the entire wedding party do the Evolution of Dance. It was Hilarious. Some were better than others, but they had everyone laughing throughout. Notice Cole in the front - he was the center of attention during this dance and totally goofy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFq4jtwI7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/cwK_u7mgAh4/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386704149204181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFq4jtwI7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/cwK_u7mgAh4/s320/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I thought I would post a couple of pictures of Lorin and I from the day. Earlier in the day I had taken family photos for good friends of ours that were in the wedding. Of course, I had to download them and take a sneak peek before I left for the wedding and Lorin liked them so he wanted our picture too. Here are a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFq4HrMCqI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yOWDygJZZCk/s1600-h/Picture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386704141677234850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFq4HrMCqI/AAAAAAAAAiA/yOWDygJZZCk/s320/Picture+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day was so much fun. Welcome Casey to our crazy family and all the best to you and Andy as you continue on your lifelong journey. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness and joy and always remember to be each other's friend. That is so important in a marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6927493888460725686?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6927493888460725686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6927493888460725686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6927493888460725686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6927493888460725686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-wedding.html' title='Another Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SsFu15OL6LI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2kClCvhbTNo/s72-c/Picture+516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-628268946355740038</id><published>2009-09-21T15:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:56:44.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SrfkYMGe4fI/AAAAAAAAAh4/k858WEtwhRY/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384022983761125874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SrfkYMGe4fI/AAAAAAAAAh4/k858WEtwhRY/s320/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What happens when you have a terrible craving for something and its a week before you are going to a wedding and have a slinky little red halter dress to wear? You find ways to justify it in your mind. Today is a "Monday". I was so tired this morning, I didn't want to get out of bed - so I got up late. Checked my emails and had one from the company we were supposed to get our brown plastic from for the wedding this weekend - it is backordered. Inspections were crazy, trying to get all done so I can decorate and last week most of my orders were new construction, this week most are foreclosures (not fun). You never know what you will find when you go in some of those homes and today was no exception. (That could be another whole post) Anyway, to get back to the little red dress and my craving.......I have been craving a bowl of ice cream for days. So today, I am thinking...... I reaaaallllllyyyyy want a bowl of ice cream, but that dress has no extra room for a bowl of ice cream. Well, I did only have sugar snap peas for lunch, and if I have a salad for supper, that won't be so bad. And, I will be running around (getting more exercise) when I am decorating...... and, I was on the lower side of my range when I weighed myself this morning..... and, I reeeeaaaaallllllyyyyy want a bowl of ice cream. So, I'll just have a small one. And this is how the story goes. I get out the ice cream - Annie comes running. For all of you who know Annie, the only "people food" she gets is ice cream and she can hear that lid open if she was in the next county. So, I get an extra little bowl for her. Then I think, vanilla - I really wanted a "flavor". Oh, yeah, I have that topping I bought for the salad I made for Lorin to take to men's group at church last week. Let's see, where is it? Oh, yeah, there it is. My favorite - Mrs Richardson's Caramel Butterscotch. I'll just put a little on. Open the jar - Really thick, It would be better if it was warm. Microwave - 30 seconds - still too hard, pop back in for a few more. Phone rings - answer the call, leave the jar in too long. Stop the microwave, open microwave, caramel all over inside microwave, grab jar - @*$*@! it's hot (like I shouldn't have known that), drop the jar on the floor - Caramel now all over cabinets, floor, rug, brick, oven, EVERYWHERE!!!!! Have you ever tried to clean up caramel butterscotch topping - It is not fun. BTW - That jar I took a picture of was almost full when I dropped it. I used 3 tablespoons for my salad last week. Well it is now at least a half hour later and my original bowl of ice cream is melted. I dump it down the sink. I really should have taken a picture of the kitchen, microwave, etc. You would not have believed the mess. Well I guess the GODS were ruling - I was NOT supposed to have that bowl of ice cream. Maybe tomorrow????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-628268946355740038?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/628268946355740038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=628268946355740038' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/628268946355740038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/628268946355740038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/cravings.html' title='Cravings!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SrfkYMGe4fI/AAAAAAAAAh4/k858WEtwhRY/s72-c/Picture+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2003396016292762237</id><published>2009-09-18T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:38:06.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We went Ridin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3voIejrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B8J1au8eVBw/s1600-h/Picture+014+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383692433422716594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3voIejrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B8J1au8eVBw/s320/Picture+014+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We should have finished staining the deck.... we should have hauled the fireplace wood in for the winter.... we should have finished that flower bed in the backyard.... we should have, we should have, we should have........ But we didn't. It was so nice outside and with those days getting fewer as fall and winter unfolds we decided it was time for another ride. Ron tends to be our guide this year. He keeps coming up with fun, interesting places to go to. This photo is taken in Wittenberg. Have you been to Wittenberg??? It kind of makes Stetsonville look like a city - very small. However, they have a very progresive chamber. They have what they call the Walls of Wittenberg. Artists from all over have come to this small community and have painted several of the buildings. This one is the "Foundation of Faith". Unbelievable talent and definitely worth seeing. From there we went to Doc's Harley over by Bonduel. Very unique place. Obviously he sells Harley's but he also has so much more. He has a collection of cars........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3Pl270RI/AAAAAAAAAho/Us1WOOARIW8/s1600-h/Picture+017+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383691883056451858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3Pl270RI/AAAAAAAAAho/Us1WOOARIW8/s320/Picture+017+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is just for my cousin's son Jake. He LOVES the General Lee and this is a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3O2doXLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/b9o5z2Z6Blw/s1600-h/Picture+021+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383691870333852850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3O2doXLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/b9o5z2Z6Blw/s320/Picture+021+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to take a picture of the for sale sign. Start saving your quarters Jake or maybe Santa will bring it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3OQz1WdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/932kUoteTFU/s1600-h/Picture+022+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383691860226431442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3OQz1WdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/932kUoteTFU/s320/Picture+022+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is Ken.... I think he was in Love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3NPOZhwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/F_uLNny8rnk/s1600-h/Picture+025+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383691842621114114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3NPOZhwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/F_uLNny8rnk/s320/Picture+025+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc's Harley also had an assortment of animals. Aligators (he actually had several of them), Snakes, Birds, Feinting Goats, Miniature donkey, miniature horse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1uh6EHAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SaxQpRVh8LI/s1600-h/Picture+037+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383690215548525570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1uh6EHAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SaxQpRVh8LI/s320/Picture+037+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a longhorn in with the Bison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1t-2HGhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HP1SgXkJKDk/s1600-h/Picture+040+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383690206136703506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1t-2HGhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/HP1SgXkJKDk/s320/Picture+040+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - I forgot - He also had a moose.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1tGIIWuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vcS5oebBwKU/s1600-h/Picture+043+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383690190911462114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1tGIIWuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vcS5oebBwKU/s320/Picture+043+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Takin' a little break before we hit the road again. We had some new people with us this time. Welcome D &amp;amp; C. Can't wait to have you join us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1sn_3I2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/wNFsDKR9XoA/s1600-h/Picture+053+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383690182823715682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1sn_3I2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/wNFsDKR9XoA/s320/Picture+053+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back on the road - and you are seeing it right. RON IS ON A HARLEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1r5V_QyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IRSooZHKYoA/s1600-h/Picture+056+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383690170300056354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra1r5V_QyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IRSooZHKYoA/s320/Picture+056+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND - KEN IS NOT! Lots of "musical bikes" I don't think Lorin was with me more than about 20&lt;br /&gt;miles all day. He was on someone's bike or trike all day. I don't mind though, it gives us time for "girl talk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383691850930639186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3NuLi0VI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0UZeSDzDF6w/s320/Picture+023+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And, I almost forgot. I think my photography has hit an all time low. I took a picture of the toilet at Doc's Harley. I've been in bathrooms where you have good lookin' half naked men plastered on the walls (which by the way this one had) but they also had a heated, massaging toilet seat. Lorin said they didn't have that in the men's bathroom. They probably thought the men would never come out.?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2003396016292762237?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2003396016292762237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2003396016292762237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2003396016292762237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2003396016292762237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-went-ridin.html' title='We went Ridin&apos;'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sra3voIejrI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B8J1au8eVBw/s72-c/Picture+014+pse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-8851466094559037690</id><published>2009-09-17T08:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:07:38.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SrI7zzoCgpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Vwgvk2X71vc/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382430265878676114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SrI7zzoCgpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Vwgvk2X71vc/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you noticed how quiet everything has been lately? I walked to the mailbox yesterday and noticed - no cars. I am not sure exactly why but as soon as the kids are back in school there is a drastic reduction in cars on the road. Does every high school student have a car? Do they all drive around 24/7? Well, in any event, it is quieter and I know that fall and winter are right around the corner (hibernation season). I just can't bring myself to going out in the winter. I hate it. If I could get my family and friends to move - I would live someplace warm. But, since I don't think I will get them to move, I will have to stay put. So for now winter will bring me having my cup of coffee in front of the fireplace and until then, I will enjoy the beautiful weather we have been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this photo Tuesday morning as I was going to some early morning appointments. This truly is a Wisconsin Fall Photo. School buses heading out to pick up students as the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-8851466094559037690?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/8851466094559037690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=8851466094559037690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8851466094559037690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8851466094559037690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SrI7zzoCgpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Vwgvk2X71vc/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-8340396415128845091</id><published>2009-09-13T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:50:19.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasured Items Found!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110421863980594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sq2Laxha3jI/AAAAAAAAAfw/4Vdv60UUpEc/s320/Picture+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"What is this" you ask. Well its a holographic Mario Brothers wallet that Morgan lost in 1993. When you move it Mario jumps up and down. Morgan was only a boy at the time and had been on a "Griswold Family Vacation" with his family.   I think they went to Wally World.  When he returned he had lost his wallet. He remembers searching "forever" for his treasured posession but it was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, when he saw his mom, she told him she had something for him- his wallet. She had been cleaning out a closet and had gone through some old suitcases that she was going to get rid of and found this wallet tucked inside in one of the pockets. As I am sure you can image, Morgan was soooooo happy to see it again. Well wouldn't you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sq2Lbd2ol1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/ufS0se2isQ0/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110433764120402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sq2Lbd2ol1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/ufS0se2isQ0/s320/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the wallet were his hunter saftey and ATV registration cards. And........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381110441551283586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sq2Lb63PRYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/u6rn3heBX3c/s320/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Batman Cologne! I bet he just can't wait to wear that again. Watch out Heather, you know how powerful Batman is. You never know what that will do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-8340396415128845091?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/8340396415128845091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=8340396415128845091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8340396415128845091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8340396415128845091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/treasured-items-found.html' title='Treasured Items Found!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sq2Laxha3jI/AAAAAAAAAfw/4Vdv60UUpEc/s72-c/Picture+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3958712669380168372</id><published>2009-09-12T21:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:05:31.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Goin' for a Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxdXSRjs6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/hTH-ByUtHT4/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380778309424755618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxdXSRjs6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/hTH-ByUtHT4/s320/Aubree+photos+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago we went on a "Ride" with some friends of ours. Although we don't have a bike, we take the little convertible and have a great time. It was just what we needed for the day - relaxing, laughing with friends and an all around great day.   This first picture I took as we were driving down the road.  We were in the lead and the group was following.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380776696045467922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sqxb5X99eRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MD5IajV6fws/s320/Aubree+photos+241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't Sue look tough here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxcU8RAvuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GgVhHZh1WaY/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380777169645518562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxcU8RAvuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GgVhHZh1WaY/s320/Aubree+photos+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While on the ride we met a group of other bikes. There had to be over 150 or more of them. They just kept coming. At this point in the ride, I was driving the car with Diann riding with me and Lorin was driving her trike. He had so much fun with that too. This photo I took as I was driving down the road. I just pointed at the road and held the button down for a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380774183333897682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxZnHY1pdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QLBRX_2fHxk/s320/Aubree+photos+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is Sue, Lorin on Diann's trike and Ken right after we stopped for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380774202271598786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxZoN78CMI/AAAAAAAAAew/3ZdyOT8MFWY/s320/Aubree+photos+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our trip took us up to Lake Superior. There is an "artist" up there that does carvings with a chainsaw that is just amazing. The detail he has is unreal. Here is one of his carvings that he has in a small pond. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380774192533655234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxZnpqOzsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hhJE_MpRgb4/s320/Aubree+photos+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is Lorin sitting on Ken's lap and Sue doing who knows what to Ken. Too bad we weren't having any fun.... Should I be jealous that my husband was sitting on another guy's lap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sqxb6ZIg_xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wgDYa-5naOg/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380776713538043666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sqxb6ZIg_xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wgDYa-5naOg/s320/Aubree+photos+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ron and Diann sitting on this awesome bench at the carving place (Can't remember the name). This is one huge log that was carved to make it into a bench. It was actually comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380774212932845202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxZo1pxvpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3rzDZ9Z3gM4/s320/Aubree+photos+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt; From there we continued to Lake Superior. You wouldn't believe how cold the temperature got as we got closer to the lake. Doesn't this look like a senior picture? It was a huge field of clover and I had to take someone's picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sqxb554dN0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/5Q-I89xD4VY/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380776705149187906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sqxb554dN0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/5Q-I89xD4VY/s320/Aubree+photos+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am sitting on some rocks on the beach. The waves were pretty good sized when we were there, but the lake is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380776725918463714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sqxb7HQPNuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/IuLLi4FLMko/s320/Aubree+photos+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After the lake we continued up around the point to Bayfield, etc. On the way we had to stop at this farm that had homemade ice cream that Diann had been to once before. Not sure how she remembered how to get there. However, after tasting the ice cream, I don't know that Lorin will forget any time soon. Yummmy! Here is a goat that was on the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the farm we continued down toward home but stopped for dinner in Phillips. It was a great day and I can't wait to go again. Those days are so wonderful. Great weather, beautiful scenery, fantastic friends and memories that carry you through to the next trip......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready to go again...... Who wants to go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3958712669380168372?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3958712669380168372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3958712669380168372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3958712669380168372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3958712669380168372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-goin-for-ride.html' title='We&apos;re Goin&apos; for a Ride'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqxdXSRjs6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/hTH-ByUtHT4/s72-c/Aubree+photos+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7054341764381649795</id><published>2009-09-11T21:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:36:10.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqsIRSjv3mI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vM2qS-NVG3M/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403272956763746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqsIRSjv3mI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vM2qS-NVG3M/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these "cows". Aubree wants Papa to get some. She calls them Wooly Bullies. Don't know what we would do with them but they are pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqsIQs75LQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7dyWSzMY8hw/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403262857489666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqsIQs75LQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7dyWSzMY8hw/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy was just coolin' off in the water when I had to have Lorin stop so I could take a picture. He looked at me like "What! Haven't you ever seen a cow in the water before?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7054341764381649795?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7054341764381649795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7054341764381649795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7054341764381649795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7054341764381649795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-are-you-lookin-at.html' title='WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN&apos; AT?'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqsIRSjv3mI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vM2qS-NVG3M/s72-c/Picture+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3128409874083913577</id><published>2009-09-07T20:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:34:02.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday at the lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqXBUgRQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dfOCYDouPT0/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+334+with+changes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378917887967821202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqXBUgRQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dfOCYDouPT0/s320/Aubree+photos+334+with+changes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has been such a wonderful weekend -both for weather and for projects completed. I will show you the projects on my next post but for now, lets talk about the fun we had on Saturday. We went for a visit to the lake. Mom and dad had a house full, but as usual, we had a great time - relaxing and enjoyable. As always, we try to get in a pontoon ride (or as Aubree called it a Pooton ride - not sure where that came from). Grandpa lets Aubree drive, and of course he showed her where the horn was so she was also the horn girl. We usually ride around the lake and get pizza and ice cream. The water is low right now up there so we weren't able to go for pizza by pontoon but we did stop for ice cream. As we rode around the lake we saw lots of wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378908312165740034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqW4nHoI7gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7I3JPv6PJZM/s320/Aubree+photos+374.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A mother loon with her baby........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378916216437171138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqW_zNVTY8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/i-jyaiPNIHM/s320/Aubree+photos+629+with+changes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;An eagle in a tree........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378919017662906290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqXCWQtj_7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/HY0zCt2jXZE/s320/Aubree+photos+510+with+changes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of seagulls.... I really like this photo. I think I may frame this one for somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqW5xjVYAxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/skfp4PRkhHo/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909590913549074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqW5xjVYAxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/skfp4PRkhHo/s320/Aubree+photos+673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the ride we went to my brother's house. His lab had puppies a couple of months ago and he has one left (the people are coming this week to pick it up). But Aubree got to play with the puppy. Nothing better than those little grunting noises that lab puppies make. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqW5xCBLn0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Uyof6FvW0CU/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909581970480962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqW5xCBLn0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Uyof6FvW0CU/s320/Aubree+photos+649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is a photo of my mom, three of her sisters and Aubree. Her older sister's class reunion was that evening and they were all going to the reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378908320058737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqW4nlB-hLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hnRXjkpO52g/s320/Aubree+photos+465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I absolutely love this last photo. This is my niece CJ with Aubree. She came with us to the lake for the day. Aubree loves her so much and looks up to her. The great thing is that CJ is a sweet wonderful role model for her. Thanks for all her help - glad she could come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3128409874083913577?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3128409874083913577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3128409874083913577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3128409874083913577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3128409874083913577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-at-lake.html' title='Saturday at the lake'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SqXBUgRQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/dfOCYDouPT0/s72-c/Aubree+photos+334+with+changes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5735539615058621890</id><published>2009-09-02T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:08:08.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sp8kAtowzYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/EWIC2YRN4cQ/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+005+with+changes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377056074772827522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sp8kAtowzYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/EWIC2YRN4cQ/s320/Aubree+photos+005+with+changes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 or 16..... First day of kindergarten or high school.... OMG - She is growing up sooooo fast.  Today was Aubree's first day of kindergarten.  Although when I looked at the pictures I took of her this morning, she looks like she just got her new car.  Of course Nana had to be there to see her off this morning, however, she decided she wanted to ride to school in the TT (mommy had to follow in the truck).  So nana got to meet her teacher and see her classmates.  Yes - there were a few tears - not for Aubree, who is so excited to be in school, but mommy and nana.  My baby's baby is growing up so fast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5735539615058621890?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5735539615058621890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5735539615058621890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5735539615058621890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5735539615058621890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sp8kAtowzYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/EWIC2YRN4cQ/s72-c/Aubree+photos+005+with+changes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2736097884410013433</id><published>2009-08-29T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:52:39.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Spna5E6nIWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PXzoOvRLzwU/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375568304350372194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Spna5E6nIWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PXzoOvRLzwU/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, we went to a 50th Wedding Anniversary Party for my aunt and uncle. While there, I took a "few" pictures. I am going to be seeing several of my aunts and uncles next weekend and thought it was time for me to get all the photos done so they can have them. As I was going through them, for the umpteenth time, I noticed something on this photo. I was taking a picture of some of the decorating/setup things I had done and noticed that there was a person in the mirror. This is my uncle's brother. He is an Archbishop in the Catholic church and was at the party to take part in the mass they had before the reception. It certainly was an accident, but I thought it was such an awesome shot with the candles, flowers, etc. A little photoshopping and viola' - here it is with lots of changes. I cropped the photo, took out the wallpaper on the wall, removed the placecards, additional pictures in the photo and other people and things in the mirror, softened the edges, adjusted the color....... I hope they like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375568313307161858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Spna5mSE5QI/AAAAAAAAAco/usmJqoEJwzc/s320/Father+George+addtl+changes+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2736097884410013433?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2736097884410013433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2736097884410013433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2736097884410013433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2736097884410013433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/08/photoshop-fun.html' title='Photoshop Fun'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Spna5E6nIWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PXzoOvRLzwU/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1841139741469788620</id><published>2009-08-27T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:15:02.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpatfNcPuMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/g95Lq1yZCPc/s1600-h/Aubree+photos+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374673957008947394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpatfNcPuMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/g95Lq1yZCPc/s320/Aubree+photos+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK - First, this picture has nothing to do with my post today, but I thought is was cheerful and we can all use a little cheer in our lives and I don't like to post without a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they say God only gives you what you can handle...... But, I think I'm at my limit.  As all of you know last Monday was a very stressful, scary day.  Lorin had his reaction to the anesthesia/meds and Heather had surgery on her tonsils/adenoids.  Good News - Lorin is back to normal.  Heather, on the other hand, has been struggling.  The first few days weren't too bad.  She had pain, but she kept drinking, getting rest and meds were keeping it under control.  By last Friday, the pain had continued and she was not doing well at all.  The weekend brought a lot of pain, discomfort...... and tears.  She really wasn't sure it was worth it to have then removed.  When she called the doctor they said day 3 through 8 are always the worst and there really isn't anything they can do other than tough it out.  By Monday and Tuesday she started feeling a little better again.  Wednesday she was feeling pretty good so we went to Grandma/Grandpas house for lunch.  She had Aubree's kindergarten orientation that evening.  While there she noticed blood in her mouth.  Long story short - Morgan took her to emergency here in Medford.  They took her by ambulance to Wausau and she was back in surgery.  They had to re-cauterize her throat.  (A spot came off and it was right where a blood vessel was and every time her heart would beat it would pulse blood.)  They also pumped her stomach - which had lots of blood in it, gave her lots of IV fluids - and about midnight we were all back home.  She is resting here today and they said it will be a spike in pain again, but it shouldn't set her back that far.  So any extra prayers you have are always appreciated.  I really don't want to ask "What next?"  I'm afraid of the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1841139741469788620?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1841139741469788620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1841139741469788620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1841139741469788620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1841139741469788620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpatfNcPuMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/g95Lq1yZCPc/s72-c/Aubree+photos+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6065158316443586638</id><published>2009-08-23T20:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:02:12.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373353436200525746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH8eyFbX7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q_Fznza3X70/s320/Picture+416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This past weekend we had a wedding I was involved in - I think that is number 8 - 9 - 10.... Not sure, I lost count. Anyway all the weddings are beautiful and this was no exception. The bride, the weather, the location...... the list goes on and on. Here are a few photos I took at the wedding. I didn't get to take as many as I usually do as I was working throughout the entire wedding. I think I only took 450 pictures. That's not that many is it? Do I have an addiction????&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo I took of the bride and groom. The ceremony was at a beautiful site at a pond that her grandfather dug. It was spectacular. The bride had on an absoultely gorgeous gown and was stunning. She is such a beautiful girl and so sweet to work with. It sure made my job easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373353444553337650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH8fRM5KzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UyoZidTDtus/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests were brought to the ceremony site by horse drawn wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373352034010824898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH7NKhWgMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/hfcmzda6Ads/s320/Picture+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bride and groom said their vows they released butterflies. One of the butterflies decided the brides bouquet was the best place to be. Here you can see him waiting in the flowers. It was in there for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH6D6iAsBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HEJCRpQ5OcQ/s1600-h/Picture+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373350775588171794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH6D6iAsBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HEJCRpQ5OcQ/s320/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is of one of the bridesmaids. Each of them came out of a tent and was escorted down the aisle by a groomsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373352018612271394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH7MRKDOSI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3lkshKwY6x8/s320/Picture+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Secret service guarding the tent??? No - the ushers. Each of them had remote headsets to be able to communicate with the people in the parking area. They looked so official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373352011639578882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH7L3LoYQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/j4XnUqOcuzg/s320/Picture+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring bearer and flower girl...... He was such a little gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373358272914121490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpIA4UPz4xI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qyt87LuwiAU/s320/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite photos of the wedding. Coy was playing with the flower girl and they were inside the bridesmaids tent. Before the ceremony started he and the flower girl were peeking out from under the tent to see if we were ready yet. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH8ebtNstI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1vmsZFnnbog/s1600-h/Picture+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373353430193386194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH8ebtNstI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1vmsZFnnbog/s320/Picture+363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reception was at Munson Bridge Winery. What an awesome place for a wedding. Here is a photo of the barn that was used for the dinner. We decorated with crisp white, teal and chocolate brown and in the rustic barn it was beautiful. The remaining portion of the reception was under a large tent, patio and grounds around the winery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful wedding and such a nice couple. Best of everything to both of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6065158316443586638?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6065158316443586638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6065158316443586638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6065158316443586638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6065158316443586638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SpH8eyFbX7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q_Fznza3X70/s72-c/Picture+416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-718035587436308136</id><published>2009-08-18T21:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:17:16.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the absence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sotq6oobFvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/S44MCecd0JM/s1600-h/Picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371504536141371122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sotq6oobFvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/S44MCecd0JM/s320/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sorry I haven't been blogging lately.  Life has gotten in the way.  I promise I will post every day.....or so.....  The last couple of days have been.... well.... awful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather has been battling sore throats for the past several years.  As a child she never had trouble, pretty healthy overall.  Kindof a clutz - broken leg, broken arm, etc.  but not sick.  Well the doctor told her that she had to have her tonsils out.  Actually that was about a year ago.  After a bad bout with strep a couple of weeks ago, she decided it was time.  So Monday, she had them taken out (actually they burn them out now).  They look disgusting, but she is doing quite well.  They say that day 3 is the worst - that is tomorrow, so please say a prayer for her.  Good thing our family, Heather included, likes ice cream.  Although, ice cream for the next two weeks will definitely get old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make things even more interesting.... Lorin had a routine test on Monday (same day and time as Heather).  He passed with flying colors, but gave us all a big scare.  After we left the hospital, he had a terrible reaction to the anesthesia/meds.  He began going into shock, blood pressure and heart rate almost non-existent, etc., etc.  It is a much too long story for my blog, although it reads like a horror story.  He spent the next 10 hours in the ER having several tests, and more cords/monitors hooked up than I knew existed.  Finally after pumping nearly 6 liters of fluids in him, lots of different meds..... lots of tests... he was sent home - almost as if nothing happened - he is fine.  I spent the day praying, trying not to cry, praying, calling the kids and moms, praying..... and oh did I mention I spent a lot of time praying.  Thank God it ended with me thanking God for getting him through this.  You don't really realize how short life is and just how quickly it can change until something like this happens.  To those of you who knew what was going on - thanks for your prayers.  We are thankful for everyone of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-718035587436308136?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/718035587436308136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=718035587436308136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/718035587436308136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/718035587436308136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-for-absence.html' title='Sorry for the absence!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sotq6oobFvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/S44MCecd0JM/s72-c/Picture+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7224008127100096430</id><published>2009-07-31T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:20:51.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRUN5aW5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/--ACgB3XmCg/s1600-h/Picture+761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720988898089874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRUN5aW5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/--ACgB3XmCg/s320/Picture+761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just got home from the fair.    Another fun day.  Lots of games, rides and fair food.  (It was really good this year.)&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we got to the fair Aubree saw a friend.  Kylee was there with her dad and they got to spend some time on rides and looking at animals.  Here are some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRTr8cgyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YtOSMszWFcQ/s1600-h/Picture+767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720979784008482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRTr8cgyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YtOSMszWFcQ/s320/Picture+767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRTdBx3qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/9yv_MHsmk2g/s1600-h/Picture+840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720975779847842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRTdBx3qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/9yv_MHsmk2g/s320/Picture+840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRS9_1uXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/vEC4UkIUyKE/s1600-h/Picture+844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720967450212722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRS9_1uXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/vEC4UkIUyKE/s320/Picture+844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRSfnC7gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8bkba8mxYNU/s1600-h/Picture+859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720959293156866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRSfnC7gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8bkba8mxYNU/s320/Picture+859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7224008127100096430?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7224008127100096430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7224008127100096430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7224008127100096430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7224008127100096430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/fair-day.html' title='Fair Day'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnNRUN5aW5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/--ACgB3XmCg/s72-c/Picture+761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2704225618663476889</id><published>2009-07-30T09:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:40:31.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye to a Dear Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnGvS5E-o6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/iVNtxiVBvbo/s1600-h/Picture+056+with+changes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364261370269180834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnGvS5E-o6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/iVNtxiVBvbo/s320/Picture+056+with+changes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Lorin and I went to Milwaukee to a funeral. His uncle Orland passed away. Although we know he is in a much better place and it is only a matter of time before we will all see him again - God willing - he will be missed. It was wonderful to see his family and "catch up" with them. We really don't do that often enough. As Tim said to me yesterday it seems that sometimes "Life gets in the way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You All. We love you lots and you all are in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I took this photo on the way home - there was such a beautiful golden glow to everything as we were traveling through this area.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2704225618663476889?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2704225618663476889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2704225618663476889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2704225618663476889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2704225618663476889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-bye-to-dear-man.html' title='Good Bye to a Dear Man'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnGvS5E-o6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/iVNtxiVBvbo/s72-c/Picture+056+with+changes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1474199303290332246</id><published>2009-07-29T09:19:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:56:01.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Hump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnBckY2cBMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lccO1-IRkQk/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363888936414086338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnBckY2cBMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lccO1-IRkQk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several days Aubree has been fighting a nasty bug. It started last week when she woke up Thursday morning with a fever. Thursday and Friday were spent at Nana's (H and M were off having a garage sale in our garage) so Aubree spent most of the day on the couch watching TV, coloring, etc. There was some throwing up, headache, etc. Saturday brought a party that H &amp;amp; M were supposed to go to. She said she was feeling better and although she had a fever, she seemed to be doing better sooooo...... Off to the party and CJ babysat. (I think Aubree was so excited to have CJ come and spend the time with her that she would have faked feeling better just to have her come.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well right after dinner H got a call that Aubree was throwing up and was worse. So back home they go..... then to the ER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Must be a virus - bad case of the flu" was the conclusion. Clear liquids for the next couple of days. Sunday was much of the same, however, when we looked in her throat - lots of spots. (They - the ER doctor - never looked in her throat on Saturday????) Back to the pediatrician on Monday. Lots of poking, blood, swabs, etc. Everything negative. Virus????&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent at Nana's - Here she is - Not so good.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnBckpD6fnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gZmDNgFe4Uw/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363888940765576818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnBckpD6fnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gZmDNgFe4Uw/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...... Here she is on Tuesday - Still not so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back on Wednesday. Still a bit of a fever but don't you think she looks better. I think she is over the hump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnBck5dzgDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mmw8b4iXyf0/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363888945169137714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnBck5dzgDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mmw8b4iXyf0/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute story -- When Heather told her on Thursday she must have a "bug". Aubree decided that must be what it was. She said when she was playing outside the day before a bug flew up and hit her in the forehead so that must have been it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so good to see her feeling better. I hate when kids get sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Aubree just saw the post and said "That's what I look like when I am sleeping - Owugh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1474199303290332246?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1474199303290332246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1474199303290332246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1474199303290332246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1474199303290332246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/over-hump.html' title='Over the Hump'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SnBckY2cBMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lccO1-IRkQk/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2361896630634765860</id><published>2009-07-27T20:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:03:21.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my aunt and uncle celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary. They had a party to celebrate their achievement on Saturday in Marshfield. I helped them out with the decorating. Here is a "sneak peek". &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sm5ZiW9fVrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Twgo7hEaJLs/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363322653058750130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sm5ZiW9fVrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Twgo7hEaJLs/s320/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the centerpieces. I have about 50 of these vases and I do submersed flowers. When we can, we float candles. They always turn out so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sm5ZiKXWWFI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZZ0eAOGAwUc/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363322649677551698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sm5ZiKXWWFI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZZ0eAOGAwUc/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the area the cake was set up. That is her wedding dress and veil. She even still had her bride and groom from the top of her cake. I did the flowers for the tops of the cakes and saved a spot for them. It was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out just wonderful and they were so happy. I was glad to be a part of their day. It was so different working with a party like this rather than a wedding. It is amazing what is important to people as they get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sm5ZhmvYy5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/dppejx-FLrc/s1600-h/Lorin+and+me+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363322640114699154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sm5ZhmvYy5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/dppejx-FLrc/s320/Lorin+and+me+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Lorin and me. We only have 22 more years before we hit our 50th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats Janet and Urban. We love you lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2361896630634765860?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2361896630634765860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2361896630634765860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2361896630634765860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2361896630634765860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-50th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 50th Anniversary'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sm5ZiW9fVrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Twgo7hEaJLs/s72-c/Picture+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4691800690878130390</id><published>2009-07-21T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:59:25.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day At A Time: 10 on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mom2howells.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-on-tuesday.html"&gt;One Day At A Time: 10 on Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4691800690878130390?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mom2howells.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-on-tuesday.html' title='One Day At A Time: 10 on Tuesday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4691800690878130390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4691800690878130390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4691800690878130390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4691800690878130390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-at-time-10-on-tuesday.html' title='One Day At A Time: 10 on Tuesday'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5087974521734566048</id><published>2009-07-17T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:10:03.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is still summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SmE8ZfZBMLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dUAqRFJDGPs/s1600-h/Picture+028+COPY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359631440168431794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SmE8ZfZBMLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dUAqRFJDGPs/s320/Picture+028+COPY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the weather stinks, looking at all the flowers in bloom really does help.  This miniature rose bush is one I picked up last year for $1.  It was almost dead and I thought it looked like it needed some love.  It made it through the winter just fine and it is full of buds.  I love how delicate it is.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be warmer than they said.  I have a lot of gardening to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5087974521734566048?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5087974521734566048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5087974521734566048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5087974521734566048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5087974521734566048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-is-still-summer.html' title='It is still summer'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SmE8ZfZBMLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dUAqRFJDGPs/s72-c/Picture+028+COPY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7353603469615917170</id><published>2009-07-16T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:59:58.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry Pickin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sl-hQwap5rI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GSNY2fQKi64/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359179390840858290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sl-hQwap5rI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GSNY2fQKi64/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night the kids came over.  L &amp;amp; M had to run an errand so while they were gone I suggested to Aubree that we go pick berries.   I was out in the patch earlier in the day and noticed some ripe raspberries.  She was so excited because she likes to get the berries before Papa gets in there.  She needed a bowl - and of course she picked the pink one.  She wanted to fill the bowl.   Do you see any berries in the bowl?  Here is how it went.  One berry in the bowl, one in the mouth, one berry in the bowl, two berries in the mouth, one berry in the bowl, three berries in the mouth.... Oh heck with it, just put them all in the mouth and we don't need the bowl.  Papa came home to an empty bowl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year we started the berry patch and have added to it this year (Thanks Deb!)  So far only a few berries, but so much fun to go check to see what is ripe.  Last year Aubree was so excited when she got to the garden and got to pick the one and only blueberry on Papa's plant.  She couldn't wait to pick again this year.  Hopefully there will be a few more than last year but I'm not so sure.  Oh well, we have some raspberries.  I wonder if I will have enough for a pie (not if Aubree picks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7353603469615917170?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7353603469615917170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7353603469615917170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7353603469615917170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7353603469615917170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/berry-pickin.html' title='Berry Pickin&apos;'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sl-hQwap5rI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GSNY2fQKi64/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4855995666616370706</id><published>2009-07-12T21:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:13:59.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So That's Why I'm Pooped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY8usYIXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/c0IelOBPEQc/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357762875804361074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY8usYIXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/c0IelOBPEQc/s320/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as I was trying to decide what to post tonite, I decided...... I couldn't decide. What a busy weekend. It all started on Thursday - Aubree and I got a Nana/Aubree day! We have so much fun and try to pack as much into each day as possible. We swam, watered flowers, went fishing, went for a walk, had a picnic, rode in the "little car" to go get ice cream, made sand castles and swam some more, to name a few. Friday, I had a meeting in  Marshfield to discuss a 50th Wedding Anniversary Party I am doing there the end of the month. When I got home the kids came for pizza and "fun". We were walking by the pond and Aubree found a frog. Here she is catching the frog. She is such a "girly girl" yet has so much fun with frogs, snakes, fishing, etc. I guess that makes for a well rounded child. Heather told her to kiss the frog and see if it turned into a prince...... so she did! No Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY7wMjjEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/99gXznuvh18/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357762859027893314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY7wMjjEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/99gXznuvh18/s320/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was a crazy day starting with cleaning the house, watering flowers, etc. We had Casey's Bridal Shower in the afternoon, then went to meet friends for dinner and to go to the Hot Air Balloon Rally in Wausau. Heather, Morgan and Aubree were also with. Although the wind picked up and they were not able to take off, they did inflate and give everyone a "Glow Show". They were beautiful and it was a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY7CAKd5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6Lqk8LiROU8/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357762846627886994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY7CAKd5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6Lqk8LiROU8/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were  a "gazillion" people there and most were in line to get food.  They could have had about 10 times the amount of concession stands there.   Most lines had about 200 people in them.  There was even a stand that sold deep fried oreo cookies......that's just wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa7Cl-oRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/s72dQc4Ulgo/s1600-h/Picture+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357765045809750290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa7Cl-oRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/s72dQc4Ulgo/s320/Picture+290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubree had the best seat in the house - She got to sit on Papa's shoulders.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY8MQSGgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3E1Q-mxW9gE/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357762866559719938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY8MQSGgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3E1Q-mxW9gE/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had the Hot Hare Balloon there also. It is the largest balloon in the world. It was huge and awesome to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqhPsIqrII/AAAAAAAAAYY/vOGsXhDecsE/s1600-h/Picture+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357771997628247170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqhPsIqrII/AAAAAAAAAYY/vOGsXhDecsE/s320/Picture+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day ended long after dark with a trip to DQ.... Gotta have that ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY7tTSreI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0y0Rfy4AogU/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357762858250841570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY7tTSreI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0y0Rfy4AogU/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday started with setup in the park for Sunday's Church Service.  Our church has a service in the park each month in the summer.  It is a wonderful service and very relaxed.  It was a little chilly and it started to rain, but I still think everyone enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa6xuMTvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/x5fEvDqT4XU/s1600-h/Picture+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357765041280798450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa6xuMTvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/x5fEvDqT4XU/s320/Picture+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The afternoon took me to Munson Bridge Winery.  I have an upcoming wedding there and needed to take care of some details.  It is such a beautiful place and should be a wonderful wedding.   For those of you who have not had an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opportunity to visit there, it really is worth the short trip.  Wonderful atmosphere and the wine is excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend ended with "Hayseed and Cooks", the kids and friends coming for an impromptu cookout and  to swim.  Although it was a bit chilly, the water is about 90 so plenty warm and so much fun.  The slide was getting a workout...not only the little kid but also the big kids.  Glad everyone had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa7qHl7KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/erCiiTImDzE/s1600-h/Picture+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357765056419720354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa7qHl7KI/AAAAAAAAAXw/erCiiTImDzE/s320/Picture+331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqb26ZMLeI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-8TosP3E0jc/s1600-h/Picture+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357766074400779746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqb26ZMLeI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-8TosP3E0jc/s320/Picture+340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqb3Ae6uwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CYtx2SYk1J0/s1600-h/Picture+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357766076035414786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqb3Ae6uwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CYtx2SYk1J0/s320/Picture+349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqb3tJuJYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-jlvig00puA/s1600-h/Picture+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357766088026105218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqb3tJuJYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-jlvig00puA/s320/Picture+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubree also had an eventful day.   She lost her first tooth.  The tooth fairy will be making a visit there tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa7zov9XI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pr4r-nnr3PM/s1600-h/Picture+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357765058974709106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa7zov9XI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pr4r-nnr3PM/s320/Picture+334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa6YE8mLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/05zNDoNpUc4/s1600-h/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357765034396915890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slqa6YE8mLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/05zNDoNpUc4/s320/Picture+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last photo of my "Pickles"  I took a bunch of these and thought they turned out so cute.  I need to do a little Photoshop but thought I would post one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also got a call on Saturday that some very good friends of ours are Grandparents again.  How exciting for them and the happy mommy, daddy and big brother.  Congrats to all!  Can't wait to see that new little bundle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4855995666616370706?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4855995666616370706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4855995666616370706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4855995666616370706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4855995666616370706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-thats-why-im-pooped.html' title='So That&apos;s Why I&apos;m Pooped!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlqY8usYIXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/c0IelOBPEQc/s72-c/Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1365167037742744311</id><published>2009-07-10T20:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:45:19.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Better Than Fireworks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlfusG2Cx5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/PM6VKw4QAw4/s1600-h/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357012723299436434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlfusG2Cx5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/PM6VKw4QAw4/s320/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Is! Or, should I say - She Is!. We were at Jason and Lacy's for the 4th to watch the fireworks and we got a bonus. Jesse and Lynn were there with their beautiful new baby girl. Not sure how many fireworks we actually saw - we Grandma's had to share this little munchkin. I don't think she even moved during the entire fireworks show. Thanks Connie for letting us share her for a night! What a sweet little girl. Not that it would happen, but if you are ever in need of a stand-in grandma/Nana, give me a call (I know there was another grandma there that would also step in if needed.) Enjoy her - she is just precious. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf44T2WhQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/eHA-NgWEg50/s1600-h/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357023928065099010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf44T2WhQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/eHA-NgWEg50/s320/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point it was no longer my turn to hold her so I decided to take a few photos of the fireworks. Trying some new settings to see what I could come up with - longer exposures, etc. Here are a few of them that I thought were kindof cool. Can't wait till next year to try a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8TF5wOdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Rs8CF09Dsfw/s1600-h/Picture+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357027686712621522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8TF5wOdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Rs8CF09Dsfw/s320/Picture+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8SeMRjpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xorqeANE1Cg/s1600-h/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357027676052885138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8SeMRjpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xorqeANE1Cg/s320/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8S433uAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jMDpj6xy9cc/s1600-h/Picture+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357027683215063042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8S433uAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jMDpj6xy9cc/s320/Picture+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8TeDpk0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/kkahES4CjVE/s1600-h/Picture+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357027693196579650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8TeDpk0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/kkahES4CjVE/s320/Picture+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slftft1sVFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VVXMK_NQrLY/s1600-h/Picture+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357011410917020754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slftft1sVFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VVXMK_NQrLY/s320/Picture+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlftfSNKsNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/abDs5oQz2qM/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357011403499286738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlftfSNKsNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/abDs5oQz2qM/s320/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8SP_ffjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kT10_f7belg/s1600-h/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357027672241176114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Slf8SP_ffjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kT10_f7belg/s320/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1365167037742744311?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1365167037742744311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1365167037742744311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1365167037742744311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1365167037742744311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-better-than-fireworks.html' title='What&apos;s Better Than Fireworks?'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SlfusG2Cx5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/PM6VKw4QAw4/s72-c/Picture+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6209319049613221470</id><published>2009-07-04T09:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:57:48.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Company of a Celebrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oTDUXTSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Y3l2B3HX3ws/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354613158484331810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oTDUXTSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Y3l2B3HX3ws/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a bunch of us went to Monster Hall for the races. Brad was racing his four wheeler - who knew he was so good? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a bunch of shots of him racing. I don't think his butt ever touches the seat when he is racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q0lT9YXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JCIcUWhw5pA/s1600-h/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354615933568377202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q0lT9YXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JCIcUWhw5pA/s320/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q0VmZsUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8PPibcWu948/s1600-h/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354615929350762818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q0VmZsUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8PPibcWu948/s320/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oUG3yHbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/CzDpQfJx6X8/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354613176618065330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oUG3yHbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/CzDpQfJx6X8/s320/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oS6AmmrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KCg5xu-AYTk/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354613155985529522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oS6AmmrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KCg5xu-AYTk/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oTs3XBnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/AqKf0x3HRlA/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q1dMYKHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/brpHGL3L1NA/s1600-h/Picture+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354615948568963186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q1dMYKHI/AAAAAAAAAU4/brpHGL3L1NA/s320/Picture+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little drama during one of the races. Here is one of the racers who flipped off and broke his collar bone. However, he got back up and finished this race and raced in one more after this - on his wheeler. According to B he is an "old" guy. We aren't sure how old he actually is since age is a relative thing. When you are his age, old can be 30, but supposedly he is in his 60's. (No that's not a typo I did put 60's) Crazy. I know my body wouldn't take that abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oTwRHy9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gz7AvRcOeHw/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354613170550328274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oTwRHy9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gz7AvRcOeHw/s320/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad had adoring fans. This little boy came up to him and asked for his autograph. Others were coming up to him and K &amp;amp; S and making comments. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad won his heat and then took first place in the feature. CONGRATS BRAD! Can't wait to come see you again next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q1jRTHpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IQVNd3YLBno/s1600-h/Picture+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354615950200217234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q1jRTHpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IQVNd3YLBno/s320/Picture+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q085nj-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/qA5vmhnST0g/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354615939900346338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9q085nj-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/qA5vmhnST0g/s320/Picture+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone know this guy? We asked if he was going to race his car and he said he didn't have it there. BTW - Someone should really post a picture of that thing for everyone to enjoy. It certainly is a piece of "art".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6209319049613221470?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6209319049613221470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6209319049613221470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6209319049613221470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6209319049613221470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-company-of-celebrity.html' title='In the Company of a Celebrity'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sk9oTDUXTSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Y3l2B3HX3ws/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4319704683452209297</id><published>2009-06-30T20:22:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:15:37.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brock's Graduation Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq_cTkFA6I/AAAAAAAAATw/_dvg0kErPkc/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301600092095394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq_cTkFA6I/AAAAAAAAATw/_dvg0kErPkc/s320/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that we just got back from vacation, but wanted to post this before I post a couple of the vacation/wedding photos. The weekend before we left for Colorado, we had Brock's graduation party. Here is Brock with his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of CJ and one of her dancing with her dad. She is getting so grown-up. Her brother Brock is in a band that played for the party that day. They did a great job. It is called Sojourner (they used to be 5 for 1) and they play a wide variety of music. They were playing a lot of 80's - lots of fun. Brock thought his sister should have a slow dance with her dad. So sweet and made me all teary-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-63FwyxI/AAAAAAAAATo/5ROOV_PPvdI/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301025513065234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-63FwyxI/AAAAAAAAATo/5ROOV_PPvdI/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-6dfA8II/AAAAAAAAATg/Bts1zTSjgro/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301018639659138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-6dfA8II/AAAAAAAAATg/Bts1zTSjgro/s320/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This crazy photo is not one I would really want anyone to see, but..... I promised a couple of people I would post it and am doing as I said. (I have gotten a couple of emails asking where it is). Not entirely sure how it started, but the band decided I should sing with them - I told them I didn't have nearly enough wine to do that, but at one point I ended up doing it anyway. (Haven't done that in a long time.) Here is a pic that someone snapped so I had to post it. BTW - Thanks a lot L. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-6FKCtOI/AAAAAAAAATY/F2RXO0CiXMM/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301012109243618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-6FKCtOI/AAAAAAAAATY/F2RXO0CiXMM/s320/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party was at the Ball Diamond and they have several benches for people to sit on - I think they need new ones. They are so wobbly, I had to take a pic of J &amp;amp; H when they were sitting on it. They were on there for the longest time and we kept laughing at how it was "leaning" - Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-5r-Bi4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/P9DZyPnUViY/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301005347949442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-5r-Bi4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/P9DZyPnUViY/s320/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Brock playing in the band -As you can see he is the drummer. (Notice he already has a "groupie") She was such a sweetie. I have a bunch of pics of her staring at him (first crush?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-5QKBewI/AAAAAAAAATI/B_t8u-T5u7U/s1600-h/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353300997882084098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq-5QKBewI/AAAAAAAAATI/B_t8u-T5u7U/s320/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4319704683452209297?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4319704683452209297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4319704683452209297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4319704683452209297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4319704683452209297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-that-we-just-got-back-from.html' title='Brock&apos;s Graduation Party'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Skq_cTkFA6I/AAAAAAAAATw/_dvg0kErPkc/s72-c/Picture+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2365013207560919555</id><published>2009-06-29T22:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:24:36.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View from Jenn's Condo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkmDI8zCh9I/AAAAAAAAATA/POagpLoHr0o/s1600-h/DSC_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352953821888939986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkmDI8zCh9I/AAAAAAAAATA/POagpLoHr0o/s320/DSC_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on our way home tonite and stopped to spend the evening with Jenn. We decided to take her to dinner for her birthday and spend the night. We walked to dinner at a restaurant downtown - Kincaids. Excellent food and so enjoyable to spend some time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of shots of the view from her balcony. Although I am a country girl at heart and love my gardens, pond, etc., her views are really quite spectacular at night. The top one is St. Paul Cathedral and the second is of the State Capital. She is only a couple blocks from the capitol and we have walked up to it several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another large church right below her building that plays music every 15 minutes during the day (until 9:00 p.m. daily). It is beautiful - unless you are here for a long time at which time you are ready to scream by the end of the day. Good thing when you close the windows and doors you don't hear it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkmDItyUnuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/C_ZYw0rt0ts/s1600-h/DSC_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352953817859399394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkmDItyUnuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/C_ZYw0rt0ts/s320/DSC_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2365013207560919555?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2365013207560919555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2365013207560919555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2365013207560919555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2365013207560919555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/06/view-from-jenns-condo.html' title='The View from Jenn&apos;s Condo'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkmDI8zCh9I/AAAAAAAAATA/POagpLoHr0o/s72-c/DSC_0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2845935915787800287</id><published>2009-06-25T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:35:28.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkOzRvec1ZI/AAAAAAAAASw/8oq0EIYbXfA/s1600-h/Picture+012+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351317899629614482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkOzRvec1ZI/AAAAAAAAASw/8oq0EIYbXfA/s320/Picture+012+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkOyz6uTn2I/AAAAAAAAASo/dfJU1SbHYac/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to post a baby picture of Jenn, but as most of you know we are out of state and I completely  forgot to upload the photo to my laptop before I left - so this one will have to do.  I'll do a baby photo as soon as we get home.  We took this picture this past weekend at Brock's graduation party.  Heather, Jenn, me and Annie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Jenn - We love you and hope you have a wonderful day.  Love you lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2845935915787800287?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2845935915787800287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2845935915787800287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2845935915787800287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2845935915787800287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jenn.html' title='Happy Birthday Jenn'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SkOzRvec1ZI/AAAAAAAAASw/8oq0EIYbXfA/s72-c/Picture+012+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1623061310840594165</id><published>2009-06-08T20:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:53:24.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June or January?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Si295G4SkyI/AAAAAAAAASY/WEy_xkvNwEQ/s1600-h/Photos+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Si2-4x23HSI/AAAAAAAAASg/JhqY8n1QrOg/s1600-h/Photos+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345138215424040226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Si2-4x23HSI/AAAAAAAAASg/JhqY8n1QrOg/s320/Photos+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Si2-4x23HSI/AAAAAAAAASg/JhqY8n1QrOg/s1600-h/Photos+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it June or is it January? I did inspections all morning and came home about 11:30. I was soaked and frozen to the bone. Yes - I started the fireplace (and it is still going). I hate working in the rain but, at least it wasn't snowing - although it was cold enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is summer coming?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1623061310840594165?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1623061310840594165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1623061310840594165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1623061310840594165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1623061310840594165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-or-january.html' title='June or January?'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Si2-4x23HSI/AAAAAAAAASg/JhqY8n1QrOg/s72-c/Photos+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4164399139048884493</id><published>2009-06-04T20:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:15:58.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Aubree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other day Aubree came to spend some time with Nana and Papa. There is always so much to do when she is here. She decided to try fishing in the pond again. Papa went to buy different worms. Here he is casting for Aubree. (I should have posted a close up because Lorin is fishing with a kids - short- pink - Barbie - fishing pole.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6dZqWALI/AAAAAAAAASI/U-nglmsrjo8/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343655603398377650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6dZqWALI/AAAAAAAAASI/U-nglmsrjo8/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite the fish were biting. Here is Aubree reeling in a fish. It must be a big one......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6chrljKI/AAAAAAAAARw/UnZb6URhMm4/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343655588371205282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6chrljKI/AAAAAAAAARw/UnZb6URhMm4/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6d0CCYfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YagaMkIEph0/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343655610477076978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6d0CCYfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YagaMkIEph0/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the big fish. She actually caught several fish that night. Then she decided we had fished enough. So we played in the sand..... Rolled down the hill..... Checked the flowers...... Checked under the mulch for worms..... Tested the water in the pool......(She really wants to swim but the weather is just not cooperating). And then it just isn't a complete day with Nana and Papa without.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6d0CCYfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YagaMkIEph0/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6d0CCYfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YagaMkIEph0/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6cwqT2iI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tVZZjNeshjI/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343655592392383010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6cwqT2iI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tVZZjNeshjI/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip in the little car. Aubree and Nana rode in the Audi and Papa rode with Heather and Morgan. (Isn't he a good Papa). Aubree loves to ride with the top down. If it is cold she turns the seat on, turns up the heat and she has even been known to cover up with a blanket, but the top has to be down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6cwqT2iI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tVZZjNeshjI/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is was our big trip......Go get ice cream...... She has a lot of Papa's genes in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6czpLMxI/AAAAAAAAASA/EG6ReAYslxA/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343655593192928018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6czpLMxI/AAAAAAAAASA/EG6ReAYslxA/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, spending time with her is such a wonderful thing. Have I mentioned that grandkids are great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4164399139048884493?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4164399139048884493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4164399139048884493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4164399139048884493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4164399139048884493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-with-aubree.html' title='Fun with Aubree'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sih6dZqWALI/AAAAAAAAASI/U-nglmsrjo8/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5667236924260774661</id><published>2009-05-30T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:28:25.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Feet</title><content type='html'>Whose dirty feet are these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SiHq8-b_WAI/AAAAAAAAARA/76eGBMmGllI/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341808966311565314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SiHq8-b_WAI/AAAAAAAAARA/76eGBMmGllI/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday night we went to Bob and Tammy's for a cookout.  Great food and wonderful friends.  Thanks for such a nice time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5667236924260774661?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5667236924260774661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5667236924260774661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5667236924260774661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5667236924260774661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-feet.html' title='Dirty Feet'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SiHq8-b_WAI/AAAAAAAAARA/76eGBMmGllI/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1045623406756694083</id><published>2009-05-28T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:46:10.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Hollywood</title><content type='html'>I was playing with Photoshop with one of the pictures I took this weekend.  I really like this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Heather at the Graduation - doesn't she look like Ms. Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sh89vTY9FOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sHTM8Q0B33A/s1600-h/Photos+069+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341055565952783586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sh89vTY9FOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sHTM8Q0B33A/s320/Photos+069+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1045623406756694083?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1045623406756694083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1045623406756694083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1045623406756694083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1045623406756694083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/05/ms-hollywood.html' title='Ms Hollywood'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sh89vTY9FOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sHTM8Q0B33A/s72-c/Photos+069+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5234229224213268329</id><published>2009-05-26T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:51:46.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we had graduation on Friday.......&lt;br /&gt;and then there was graduation on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock graduated on Friday night. He is like another child of ours and we couldn't be more proud of what he has accomplished. He will be attending college in Stevens Point in fall. Way to go Brock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340325133497293698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShylaicyW4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MlMlAlK3cow/s320/Photos+004+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock and his sister. They are so close - one more reason to be proud. I am sure she will miss him when he leaves for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340325139438082418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Shyla4lLmXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZPsD-yu_Y5U/s320/Photos+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brock and his older sister (ok cousin). But like I said we think he and his sister like our own. So special to us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340325144497798034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShylbLbgu5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/wmdIeUY5pqs/s320/Photos+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Saturday we went to the Twin Cities. Jenn graduated from Hamline University with her Masters Degree in Public Administration. Look out world - Here she comes. Jenn has worked so hard not only to get her bachelors from River Falls, but also as she continued to work full time and go to school at night and weekends to obtain her Masters. For those of you who know her she continued to volunteer for all the organizations she believes in. We couldn't be more proud of her. She is a bright, talented, beautiful young woman who has the whole world in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShylbQHDzFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0zD57G61KUQ/s1600-h/Photos+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340325145754192978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShylbQHDzFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0zD57G61KUQ/s320/Photos+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her campaign picture. She has talked about running for office.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340325150814163106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Shylbi9c0KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Pdvx7532DKk/s320/Photos+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation we went to Spill the Wine for dinner (downtown Minneapolis) and then to The "W" for a post grad party with her friends. Here is Jenn and Heather at Spill the Wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340326191366403666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShymYHUb9lI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lh1kwk6Da9Y/s320/Photos+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather with her Raspberry Kiss Martini (see the dry ice bubbling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340326198503056050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShymYh58orI/AAAAAAAAAQA/y0dir53LNoE/s320/Photos+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from The "W" - Downtown Minneapolis. We were on the 27th floor - what a view of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340326203799530818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShymY1oubUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OQpFD5m_Pao/s320/Photos+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend ended not only with graduations but also with get-togethers with friends on Sunday night and Monday evening. A busy weekend - but so memorable. We are so blessed to have such wonderful family and friends to spend time with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5234229224213268329?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5234229224213268329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5234229224213268329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5234229224213268329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5234229224213268329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-weekend.html' title='Graduation Weekend'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShylaicyW4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MlMlAlK3cow/s72-c/Photos+004+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6784139339368922919</id><published>2009-05-21T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:38:32.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShYNlZN-JrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/I5ecddL4Uzk/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338469344370108082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShYNlZN-JrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/I5ecddL4Uzk/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShYKtCCrt0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/4BPLLmI6e4s/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone who knows us, knows that we feed the birds. We have a "smorgasbord" for the birds in our backyard. We have lots of different birds - everything from finches to cardinals and orioles. The orioles returned a couple of weeks ago and I was lucky enough to get a photo of them on the feeder. By the way - orioles love grape jelly. Hopefully they will stick around for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6784139339368922919?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6784139339368922919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6784139339368922919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6784139339368922919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6784139339368922919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-or-spring.html' title='Signs of Spring'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShYNlZN-JrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/I5ecddL4Uzk/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1890744654026691200</id><published>2009-05-19T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:00:40.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joni &amp; Bob's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saturday was Joni and Bob's wedding and although the two of them had so much to overcome that day - including the blustery weather and the flu running through the wedding party (even Bob was sick on his wedding day), they had a beautiful wedding. Joni wanted a garden theme which was a lot of fun to decorate. Here are a couple of sneak peeks from her wedding. I don't want to post too many - you'll have to check out Joni's Blog for more photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShNuFTNyomI/AAAAAAAAAOw/u2gqG3qqf6c/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337731020700688994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShNuFTNyomI/AAAAAAAAAOw/u2gqG3qqf6c/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This first photo is of her wedding cupcakes. Joni wanted cupcakes rather than a traditional wedding cake and with the garden theme, I just couldn't set them on a plate so I made "pots of flowers" of of her cupcakes and set it up on a gardener's potting bench, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337735530806807186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShNyL0q4ipI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nMMaJJ3hmZk/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShNuFVEaZLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dbrR2Od-0vk/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a shot of the hall. I came up with a "hair-brained" idea to create a pergola over the dance floor. The ceiling is all white ribbon which took about 7 1/2 hours to put up (not including the cutting and prep work) but it turned out absolutely beautiful. It was a beautiful wedding for a beautiful bride - (Bob looked good too.) I thank everyone who helped me make my crazy ideas happen and wish Joni and Bob lots of happiness as they begin their life together - you both deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1890744654026691200?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1890744654026691200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1890744654026691200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1890744654026691200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1890744654026691200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/05/joni-bobs-wedding.html' title='Joni &amp; Bob&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ShNuFTNyomI/AAAAAAAAAOw/u2gqG3qqf6c/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3282514124440498396</id><published>2009-05-05T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:44:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are The Fish Bitin' Yet?</title><content type='html'>Tonite Aubree came over to see if the fish were biting.  She spent quite a while on the dock with her new Barbie fish pole.  Papa helped her with the hook, bobber, worm, etc.  She went looking for just the right worm to use for fishing.  She likes to help Nana in the garden  most of the time looking for worms.  Tonite she started out by helping Papa with the "chores" - feed the ducks, birds, etc.  Then she decided she would come watch Nana work in her flowers.  She sat on one of the rocks and told me she had to watch me for a while because some day when she has her own place she needs to know how to do that stuff.  What a kid!  She then decided to see if the fish were biting...............  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SgD3fRt9mcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q4fYnp5ivVo/s1600-h/Photos+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332534075510856130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SgD3fRt9mcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q4fYnp5ivVo/s320/Photos+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She watched that bobber for the longest time.  Papa told her she had to watch and when it stood up - there would be a fish on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332534083473876354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SgD3fvYfpYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1kTmN6Ut4mM/s320/Photos+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No Luck for tonite.................&lt;br /&gt;But she made sure Papa would come and pick her up on the four wheeler again tomorrow nite so she could try again.  Grandkids are just the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3282514124440498396?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3282514124440498396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3282514124440498396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3282514124440498396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3282514124440498396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-fish-bitin-yet.html' title='Are The Fish Bitin&apos; Yet?'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SgD3fRt9mcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q4fYnp5ivVo/s72-c/Photos+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3134037626761127110</id><published>2009-04-26T19:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:02:56.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubree's Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SfUDrojE9XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wkGQ4SkkKNk/s1600-h/Photos+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329169782216652146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SfUDrojE9XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wkGQ4SkkKNk/s320/Photos+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Aubree in her dance costume and makeup...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we got to see Aubree and about another 200+ girls and boy in their dance recital. They did such an awesome job and what fun it was to watch. It is amazing at such an early age that they have no fear dancing in front of hundreds of people watching. It was at the Middle School and it was full - bleachers, chairs, etc. - Not to mention they have two shows.  All of the kids did a great job and I can't wait to see what they do next year.  Erin is a great teacher and works so well with all the kids.  Aubree loves to dance, sing, play guitar, etc. in front of people. Someday maybe she will come out of her shell and be a little more outgoing. (Ha Ha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so proud of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3134037626761127110?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3134037626761127110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3134037626761127110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3134037626761127110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3134037626761127110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/04/aubrees-dance-recital.html' title='Aubree&apos;s Dance Recital'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SfUDrojE9XI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wkGQ4SkkKNk/s72-c/Photos+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1369625612616000385</id><published>2009-04-15T08:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:24:43.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubree Gets a Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aubree has wanted Papa to get a horse for quite some time. Here is the best we are going to do. We gave it to Aubree in her "Easter Basket". She just loved it. Last night while I was at a photography class, Papa hung it in the tree by the pond and Aubree couldn't wait to get on and ride. What fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SeXdpJ3i6OI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uTushS3dL0Q/s1600-h/Photos+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324905833528748258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SeXdpJ3i6OI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uTushS3dL0Q/s320/Photos+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a shot so you can see the horse swing - Isn't it awesome. I just couldn't resist when I saw it - Nana is a pushover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SeXdo5KOJYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/a4OJSoFDweU/s1600-h/Photos+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324905829043676546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SeXdo5KOJYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/a4OJSoFDweU/s320/Photos+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little trick riding,.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324907620269444274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SeXfRJ_uTLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xMArzBGSeAg/s320/Photos+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the evening wouldn't be complete without some playing in the sand. She loves when we bury her in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SeXdojmP6kI/AAAAAAAAANw/UXXa41_Q4bI/s1600-h/Photos+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324905823255652930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SeXdojmP6kI/AAAAAAAAANw/UXXa41_Q4bI/s320/Photos+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1369625612616000385?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1369625612616000385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1369625612616000385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1369625612616000385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1369625612616000385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/04/aubree-gets-horse.html' title='Aubree Gets a Horse'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SeXdpJ3i6OI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uTushS3dL0Q/s72-c/Photos+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-9206948903709247084</id><published>2009-04-10T20:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:18:54.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Today was a crazy day. I started by getting up at 3:00 am. (I couldn't sleep and had lots to do.) I got up, finished three appraisal reports, hair, makeup, etc, went to a funeral at 10:00, another appraisal inspection east of Stetsonville and then off to Eau Claire. (I said when I broke my leg it would only slow me down not stop me. I would go crazy if I couldn't leave the couch.)  As you all know, my latest accessory is this beautiful new boot and these shiny metal crutches. By the time we got to Eau Claire and were walking around, I started to get pooped - so take a look at my new wheels. I used it a few weeks ago when we went to Sam's and we forgot to take the camera, so Lorin made sure it was with today. He loves to make fun of me driving. (I have to admit, if it went a little faster it could be a lot of fun - but I probably would break my other leg.) Well it's not the TT but it is a convertible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sd_sWhvakII/AAAAAAAAANo/EiTC_JfCNe8/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323233156333736066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sd_sWhvakII/AAAAAAAAANo/EiTC_JfCNe8/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way - I went to the doctor on Thursday. New X-rays, etc. All is doing fine. I can start putting pressure on my leg. Oh and I forgot to mention. For some reason in my earlier blogs I said I broke my ankle - not correct. I actually broke my leg in three places (down near my ankle). Must have been the vicadin talking. Anyway, no surgery, and I should be back in real shoes in no time (well another couple of months). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-9206948903709247084?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/9206948903709247084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=9206948903709247084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/9206948903709247084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/9206948903709247084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sd_sWhvakII/AAAAAAAAANo/EiTC_JfCNe8/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4599800915933168498</id><published>2009-04-06T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:46:30.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Dog</title><content type='html'>Yes - this is Annie's butt.  She has been acting goofy all day. I am not sure why, but all day today she kept sleeping like this. Her head and front paws are laying flat on the floor or couch and her butt and back legs are up. I tried to get a better picture, but by the time I would get to the camera (I am not moving very fast these days) she would look at me and lay down, but at least I got this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sdqha3PixQI/AAAAAAAAANg/50bo1swfyF4/s1600-h/Photos+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321743392569476354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sdqha3PixQI/AAAAAAAAANg/50bo1swfyF4/s320/Photos+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4599800915933168498?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4599800915933168498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4599800915933168498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4599800915933168498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4599800915933168498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-dog.html' title='Crazy Dog'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sdqha3PixQI/AAAAAAAAANg/50bo1swfyF4/s72-c/Photos+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4278295169098598388</id><published>2009-04-02T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:29:45.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SdVmatIb_qI/AAAAAAAAANY/Tb_M6ntZoFo/s1600-h/Picture+006+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320271143785725602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SdVmatIb_qI/AAAAAAAAANY/Tb_M6ntZoFo/s320/Picture+006+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While out on appraisals a couple of weeks ago, Lorin and I spotted this eagle in a tree and he looked so regal we had to stop and take a pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4278295169098598388?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4278295169098598388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4278295169098598388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4278295169098598388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4278295169098598388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/04/eagle.html' title='Eagle'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SdVmatIb_qI/AAAAAAAAANY/Tb_M6ntZoFo/s72-c/Picture+006+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6241853016915504558</id><published>2009-04-02T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:39:21.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather and Aubree</title><content type='html'>I am sitting on the couch - which by the way is now my home - and looking for something to post. I took this photo a couple of months ago and never posted it. I just love it. I always like candid shots so much better than a pose. I love how sweet and close they look. What a special connection with mother and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SdVd2394ThI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NROTtSbFVnM/s1600-h/picture+00401+with+pse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320261732125920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SdVd2394ThI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NROTtSbFVnM/s320/picture+00401+with+pse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6241853016915504558?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6241853016915504558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6241853016915504558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6241853016915504558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6241853016915504558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/04/heather-and-aubree.html' title='Heather and Aubree'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SdVd2394ThI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NROTtSbFVnM/s72-c/picture+00401+with+pse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2305430727981899199</id><published>2009-03-20T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:52:23.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankle Update</title><content type='html'>I went to the Bone and Joint Clinic yesterday. Thank you Diann and Sue. Diann was my ride and they, along with my wonderful daughter Heather spent the day with me because I am going crazy on this couch. Heather came in the morning and did my nails, Diann came and kept us company and took me to the doctor and Sue joined us at the clinic. We went to lunch at the Chinese Restaurant and came home and talked until Lorin came home. If anything has been reinforced with this little mishap, its that I have absolutely the best friends and family I could ever ask for. Everyone has been calling, emailing, blogging, etc. and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. Anyway, an update on the ankle. Yesterday, they took new X-rays and said everything is still in place, so far so good - no surgery. However, the breaks I have are a spiral break that starts in the front of the bone and spirals up and around back to the front. The second fracture is above that and is a "Y", and the third is the bottom piece of the bone is broken off. However, all is in place yet. But, because of the number and types of fractures, I have to wear this fun "boot" and use crutches for the next 6 weeks, then three weeks with just the boot, then a few weeks of physical therapy and Ace Bandages. He said I should be back to a normal shoe in about 12 weeks. YUCK! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ScPwOxfQgKI/AAAAAAAAANI/r8QvoXcImD8/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315356121820594338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ScPwOxfQgKI/AAAAAAAAANI/r8QvoXcImD8/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need my toenails painted. Aubree did them the last time and used almost every color in cabinet. What do you think? The doctor gave me the option of this boot, if I promised to listen to him, or a cast. He said if I had kids or big dogs it would be a no go, but I told him it was just Lorin and me so he let me go this route. I have to keep it on all the time, just like a cast, except I can take it off to shower and ice my leg. He also gave me some more of those wonderful pain pills.  Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2305430727981899199?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2305430727981899199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2305430727981899199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2305430727981899199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2305430727981899199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/03/ankle-update.html' title='Ankle Update'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ScPwOxfQgKI/AAAAAAAAANI/r8QvoXcImD8/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3282543855612236211</id><published>2009-03-20T14:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:34:37.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Is Here</title><content type='html'>Spring is Here??????  I took a couple of pain pills for my ankle, took a nap and woke up to this.  How long was I asleep?  What is going on?  Where is the sun,  why is everything white.  How long is this supposed to be here?    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ScPvTFojtsI/AAAAAAAAANA/qjt9D2yey4g/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315355096436160194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ScPvTFojtsI/AAAAAAAAANA/qjt9D2yey4g/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3282543855612236211?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3282543855612236211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3282543855612236211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3282543855612236211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3282543855612236211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring Is Here'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/ScPvTFojtsI/AAAAAAAAANA/qjt9D2yey4g/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5728643355793373921</id><published>2009-03-16T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:10:07.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Broke My Ankle</title><content type='html'>Here is what I am looking at right now.  Yes - I broke my ankle.  Today I was at a house doing an appraisal inspection.  When I went downstairs to the lower level which was all finished, I stepped off the bottom step on to the slipperyest floor I have ever been on.  (Have you ever sprayed Pledge on the floor when you are dusting?  That is what it was like.)  The next second I was on the floor on my butt and somehow in all of that my ankle got in the way.  The doctor said I did a good job.  It looks like "mush".  I broke it in a few places.  Fortunately, everything stayed in place so I shouldn't have to have surgery.  However, for the next couple of days, I will have to stay on the couch.  The doctor warned if the bones don't stay in place they will have to do surgery so the couch it is.   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sb8ExRt13MI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Xa2FlWBCI6g/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313971329936252098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sb8ExRt13MI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Xa2FlWBCI6g/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my new best friend - pain pills.  They cause drowsiness so if I drift away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sb8Ew6bEEbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Zcsi2bYB9xI/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313971323683475890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sb8Ew6bEEbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Zcsi2bYB9xI/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK - I'm back.   By the way Joni - Don't freak out.  I will be just fine by the time we will be decorating for your wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5728643355793373921?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5728643355793373921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5728643355793373921' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5728643355793373921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5728643355793373921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-broke-my-ankle_16.html' title='I Broke My Ankle'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sb8ExRt13MI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Xa2FlWBCI6g/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2656575148152637980</id><published>2009-03-08T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:52:32.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Quirks</title><content type='html'>Since I have been reading lately about some of your quirks (Julie's obsession with red and Connie's food not being able to touch) I thought I would share one of my quirks with all of you.    For any of you who know me well, you will already know this.  When we have had weekend shopping, there are many people I can't sleep with.  (You know who you are , pulling the blankets off the bed, messing everything up and rolling up in a ball - How awful.)  My  biggest obsession is my bed.  It doesn't matter how poor I get, I will always have a great bed.  It's not so much the bed itself, but the bedding.  My sheets have to be very good quality egyptian cotton, a very fluffy down comforter, big fluffy feather pillows and everything has to be tucked, straight and NO WRINKLES.  If for some reason the bed gets pulled apart in the middle of the night I will actually get out of bed and re-tuck the sheets and straighten the bed.  I can't stand it when the sheets are untucked.  My wonderful husband from time to time will think he is funny and right after I get all snuggled in bed he will pull the sheet out from the bottom of the bed and laugh.  What a sense of humor.   Here is my bed - I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbSA0jY-yoI/AAAAAAAAALg/b0RbIeJadKw/s1600-h/Photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011500918229634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbSA0jY-yoI/AAAAAAAAALg/b0RbIeJadKw/s320/Photos+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my fluffy feather pillow.  It is actually two feather pillows in one pillow case.  My grandmother made me feather pillows for Christmas when I was 12 ( I am sure at that age I really didn't appreciate them, but, now they are like gold) and I know you are supposed to get new pillows frequently - there is no way I will ever be without this pillow.  I forgot it at a hotel (yes, I take it on trips) and had to have it shipped back.  Major panic attack when I realized I forgot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbSAz3LScXI/AAAAAAAAALY/r-6RuNMsD5k/s1600-h/Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011489049637234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbSAz3LScXI/AAAAAAAAALY/r-6RuNMsD5k/s320/Photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, an essential element in the winter - a heated mattress pad.  We turn it on before we go to bed so when you crawl into bed it is warm and wonderful.  Just perfect since I am always cold.  In summer, however, the best feeling in the world is to take a shower right before you go to bed, freshly shaven and clean and get into bed right after you take the sheets off the clotheslines.  Nothing better.  A little heaven on earth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbSAzXhJthI/AAAAAAAAALQ/A_RdKmGv-Tg/s1600-h/Photos+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011480551405074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbSAzXhJthI/AAAAAAAAALQ/A_RdKmGv-Tg/s320/Photos+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that isn't that weird - Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2656575148152637980?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2656575148152637980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2656575148152637980' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2656575148152637980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2656575148152637980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-my-quirks.html' title='One of My Quirks'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbSA0jY-yoI/AAAAAAAAALg/b0RbIeJadKw/s72-c/Photos+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1530020836450697857</id><published>2009-03-07T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:44:23.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Crazy Faces</title><content type='html'>I was trying to decide what to post today and came across a few "goofy" pictures and thought they were fun.  Kids make so many crazy faces that just have to make you smile.  Thought I would share them with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwJN0H5WI/AAAAAAAAALI/rgsaH_kuEKg/s1600-h/Photos+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310641320485184866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwJN0H5WI/AAAAAAAAALI/rgsaH_kuEKg/s320/Photos+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwIjIjfaI/AAAAAAAAALA/l-9hn05N85o/s1600-h/Photos+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310641309028154786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwIjIjfaI/AAAAAAAAALA/l-9hn05N85o/s320/Photos+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwICOiqNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wKFLr7BuMPA/s1600-h/Photos+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310641300194896082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwICOiqNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wKFLr7BuMPA/s320/Photos+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwH_2svDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HROTUrlfJTs/s1600-h/Photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310641299558022194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwH_2svDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HROTUrlfJTs/s320/Photos+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1530020836450697857?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1530020836450697857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1530020836450697857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1530020836450697857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1530020836450697857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-crazy-faces.html' title='Kids Crazy Faces'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SbMwJN0H5WI/AAAAAAAAALI/rgsaH_kuEKg/s72-c/Photos+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6177483645599569603</id><published>2009-02-28T07:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:19:56.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubree's Ear Piercing</title><content type='html'>Aburee got her ears pierced.  She had been asking to get them pierced for a while and Heather decided if she wanted to that was fine.  She was so excited, but a little scared too.  We told her it would hurt, but she still wanted to do it.  Here she is before they started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4FHyor0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y_NYv8OUKtg/s1600-h/Photos+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835296474771266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4FHyor0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y_NYv8OUKtg/s320/Photos+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather held her hands as she waited.  Can't you see the fear in her eyes.  But she still wanted to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4Ex-_IFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/frPQmcHnuiw/s1600-h/Photos+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835290620993618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4Ex-_IFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/frPQmcHnuiw/s320/Photos+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy and Connie did the piercing so Heather could give her moral support and help to hold her still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4E-N3sDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A94SC70gNfU/s1600-h/Photos+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835293904646194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4E-N3sDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A94SC70gNfU/s320/Photos+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All finished.  She didn't cry a tear.  Right after they were done the first thing she said was  "That was it?"  Everyone in the shop laughed.  She is sooo excited and growing up so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4E1DvOwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h0R8Wrw2hrc/s1600-h/Photos+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835291446229762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4E1DvOwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h0R8Wrw2hrc/s320/Photos+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6177483645599569603?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6177483645599569603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6177483645599569603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6177483645599569603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6177483645599569603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/02/aubrees-ear-piercing.html' title='Aubree&apos;s Ear Piercing'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sak4FHyor0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y_NYv8OUKtg/s72-c/Photos+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-6952180264977237112</id><published>2009-02-23T20:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:39:42.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions and Tigers and Bears - Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Some days, most days actually, I love my job.  Today, as I was going to a home to do an appraisal, I came across this bear.  Yes - it is still winter and he should still be hibernating.  I was coming down the road and saw it in a tree in someones yard.  The homeowner, on the corner of Elm and Gibson, has a taxidermy business and my first thought was that he put it in the tree.  Then I saw the Channel 9 News truck, I stopped and asked -  "Is that a real bear?"  Ok, not one of my brighter moments.  (As I said, I thought maybe it was "stuffed".)  Anyway, they said some hunters were running their dogs (I think coyote hunting) and they flushed out a bear that was in his den.  They thought the bear was about 250-300 pounds.  Here are a few shots for you.  I actually did not get that  close, but had my good camera with and my new lense.  Have I mentioned lately that I love my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb7iLBbXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ifrdycOS4Mk/s1600-h/Photos+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185864316022130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb7iLBbXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ifrdycOS4Mk/s320/Photos+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb7W5kp1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uuPQO5By_xA/s1600-h/Photos+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185861290043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb7W5kp1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uuPQO5By_xA/s320/Photos+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb7ARKeYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KANWjXFrskY/s1600-h/Photos+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185855214975362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb7ARKeYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KANWjXFrskY/s320/Photos+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb6vaFMcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xHDcX9qE7Kg/s1600-h/Photos+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185850688975298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb6vaFMcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xHDcX9qE7Kg/s320/Photos+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-6952180264977237112?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/6952180264977237112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=6952180264977237112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6952180264977237112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/6952180264977237112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/02/lions-and-tigers-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Lions and Tigers and Bears - Oh My!'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SaNb7iLBbXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ifrdycOS4Mk/s72-c/Photos+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4673356509357256059</id><published>2009-02-18T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:05:03.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubree's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>First - Sorry for the delay in posting these pics. I copied them on a CD and couldn't find where I put the CD (definitely not old age setting in). Aubree recently turned 5 - where does that time go. I remember so well when she was being born and holding her for the very first time. OK, I have to stop that, I am getting all teary-eyed. This first picture is really not from her birthday, but I love her smile and happy face on here. It was one of the first photos I took of her with my new camera and I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304327347895336978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzBno-xABI/AAAAAAAAAH4/o-ZQ3zS0bKk/s320/DSC_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This next photo is on the day of her party. All dressed up in her tiara. Our little princess. She loves all the girl things, getting her hair done, wearing pretty dresses, etc. But, she also loves to play in the sand, pick up snakes by the pond, ride the four-wheeler in the woods - go figure. An all around kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304327358094928930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzBoO-ibCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zRhFgqFPx_U/s320/DSC_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304327358158712178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzBoPNvrXI/AAAAAAAAAII/Hu1ko4OmfRo/s320/DSC_0746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She had a Hannah Montanna cake and loved when everyone sang Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304327365723860882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzBorZar5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hhQP6Fu4xMw/s320/DSC_0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted to have her friends here - Kylee, Tyler, Hannah, Caidyn and of course Felicity and Chloe. So we decided to get a Pinata (don't know if I spelled that right) but the kids loved it. Aubree took the first swing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304327368274989810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzBo05p0vI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yK5pn69swww/s320/DSC_0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then Tyler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304330196087480706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzENbUsIYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zveO7_MY-4s/s320/DSC_0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then Hannah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304333870414683554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzHjTQj3aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9KqdNWrVJSM/s320/DSC_0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kylee.... That went on for a while. Boy can those kids hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304330203633725378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzEN3b2r8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/_AMuLeu2Bxs/s320/DSC_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..... jackpot. It broke and candy filled the floor. (Lorin and Morgan were in charge of the candy and they bought two huge bags of chocolate to fill it.) Heather decided they should each take 10 pieces to fill up their bags (hoping to limit some of the sugar intake). Only one problem, not all of them knew how to count to ten, and if they did, they didn't listen. Oh well, they all went home. (Isn't that the best part about being a grandparent - fill them with candy and send them home?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304330212575045362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzEOYvoZvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ou7j8lW6apk/s320/DSC_0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caidyn and Brock decided to show us some wrestling moves. I think we have a champ coming up in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304330208594354626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzEOJ6j4cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AuoSQaBwTIY/s320/DSC_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was filled with fun and ended at about 11:00 p.m. Aubree was out - even with all the sugar. That's only three and a half hours past her bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4673356509357256059?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4673356509357256059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4673356509357256059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4673356509357256059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4673356509357256059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/02/aubrees-birthday-party.html' title='Aubree&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzBno-xABI/AAAAAAAAAH4/o-ZQ3zS0bKk/s72-c/DSC_0494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7939001032880374682</id><published>2009-02-18T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:03:15.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubree's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple more pics from Aubree's Birthday. Since her party was on a Saturday and her actual birthday was about a week and a half later Heather, Morgan, Lorin and I took her to Texas Roadhouse. Aubree refers to it as the place with the peanuts on the floor. She loves to go there. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzLAekrr-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/9skcBgsO9s8/s1600-h/Photos+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304337670202961890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzLAekrr-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/9skcBgsO9s8/s320/Photos+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzLAMoIq8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/BNeFNcXvhbI/s1600-h/Photos+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304337665385606082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzLAMoIq8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/BNeFNcXvhbI/s320/Photos+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its your birthday they have you sit on a saddle and have everyone in the place "give you a big Yee Haw" - Maybe thats what she likes so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzK_wNy0mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8fASAbA8-2w/s1600-h/Photos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304337657758929506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzK_wNy0mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8fASAbA8-2w/s320/Photos+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought her another little birthday cake. More sugar, but again she went home with mom not Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7939001032880374682?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7939001032880374682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7939001032880374682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7939001032880374682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7939001032880374682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/02/aubrees-birthday_18.html' title='Aubree&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZzLAekrr-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/9skcBgsO9s8/s72-c/Photos+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-8759817433854114036</id><published>2009-02-13T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:54:07.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be working</title><content type='html'>For all of you who have been here lately this is a common site, but I know Lorin wanted me to post this so - here it is.  We have so many turkeys that come in every day and eat under the bird feeder.  There have been times that we have between 60-75 turkeys.  They look like they are taking over the back yard.  All I know is they better not be messing with my plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXqvZ2xvVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lO0F6G-XcBU/s1600-h/Photos+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302402236414016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXqvZ2xvVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lO0F6G-XcBU/s320/Photos+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXqu6ANVUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wg5pAeLpcNs/s1600-h/Photos+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302402227863639362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXqu6ANVUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wg5pAeLpcNs/s320/Photos+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXquk_cd5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/XJjOLYgEXa8/s1600-h/Photos+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302402222223292306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXquk_cd5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/XJjOLYgEXa8/s320/Photos+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXqukktu4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Q4o4LMXD8Ec/s1600-h/Photos+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302402222111177602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXqukktu4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Q4o4LMXD8Ec/s320/Photos+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXquSaLLoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_JwDv4Buu5M/s1600-h/Photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302402217235132034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXquSaLLoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_JwDv4Buu5M/s320/Photos+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a bunch of them coming in.  Just wait till Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-8759817433854114036?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/8759817433854114036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=8759817433854114036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8759817433854114036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8759817433854114036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-should-be-working.html' title='I should be working'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZXqvZ2xvVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lO0F6G-XcBU/s72-c/Photos+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-8439309865204218945</id><published>2009-02-12T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:18:35.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy Roads</title><content type='html'>No this wasn't me.  I started on my way out this morning and the roads were awful.  My first appointment was in Athens.  I always take Stetsonville A and this time, came across this awful site.  (Right down the road from Connie and John's house.)  There were no other cars at the site.  I stopped, called 911 and was told nobody had reported it as of yet.  In the meantime, another car stopped and we both went to see if we could see if anyone was in the truck.  It was down in the water (with all the rain we have gotten, the ditches are overflowing.)  Unfortunately, this person went in right where the water was.    There were a couple of us trying to see if anyone was in the water.  I am so glad we didn't find anyone.  (A girl who lived across the road said nobody came to her house so we were worried that maybe someone was still in there.)  The police were there shortly and they took over.  What a way to start the day.  Although, whoever did this definitely started the day out a whole lot worse.  Hopefully they are ok.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZTkY0jO51I/AAAAAAAAAHI/u764n8k6auY/s1600-h/Photos+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302113776396330834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZTkY0jO51I/AAAAAAAAAHI/u764n8k6auY/s320/Photos+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZTkY-RFkMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HP3uXghB-HQ/s1600-h/Photos+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302113779004575938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZTkY-RFkMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HP3uXghB-HQ/s320/Photos+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZTkYeKH_cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t3YoXyHlm0M/s1600-h/Photos+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302113770385440194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZTkYeKH_cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t3YoXyHlm0M/s320/Photos+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-8439309865204218945?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/8439309865204218945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=8439309865204218945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8439309865204218945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8439309865204218945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/02/icy-roads.html' title='Icy Roads'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SZTkY0jO51I/AAAAAAAAAHI/u764n8k6auY/s72-c/Photos+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-2543957503294904834</id><published>2009-01-30T18:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:50:49.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK - I have been in the cold working outside for soooo many days and I am SICK OF IT.  So for all of you who feel the same way here are a few pics to help you through to summer again (or maybe it just makes me feel worse???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeIQbsgOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/urTdwn4clNg/s1600-h/Photos+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251451405107426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeIQbsgOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/urTdwn4clNg/s320/Photos+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubree in the pool.  She wanted to go swimming today when she got to Nana and Papas.  Good thing she forgot her swimsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeIAZ3TTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IDB1O83c4OY/s1600-h/Photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251447102459186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeIAZ3TTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IDB1O83c4OY/s320/Photos+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The slide was a new addition to the pool this year and was a big hit.   I think the kids wore a path from the pool to the slide they were on it so much.  The first time down is a little scary, but once they try it, they are hooked.  I even tried it a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeIBn9G9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dWr16yzm9l8/s1600-h/Photos+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251447429995474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeIBn9G9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dWr16yzm9l8/s320/Photos+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the newcomers for next year.  Felicity and Chloe.  See how excited they were to have a "pool party".   Next year I am sure they will be in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeHzfNrBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PCwEJxVuXFU/s1600-h/Photos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251443635235858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeHzfNrBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PCwEJxVuXFU/s320/Photos+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the landscaping we did this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeHTK2gRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Lawo6ZykNfk/s1600-h/Photos+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251434959896850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeHTK2gRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Lawo6ZykNfk/s320/Photos+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see flowers blooming again.   What can I plant this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is Summer Coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-2543957503294904834?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/2543957503294904834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=2543957503294904834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2543957503294904834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/2543957503294904834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-i-have-been-in-cold-working-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SYOeIQbsgOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/urTdwn4clNg/s72-c/Photos+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-69431856295789754</id><published>2009-01-27T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:08:28.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We went to Vail</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been updating in a while.  The refinance world is crazy.  I have done over 100 appraisals since Christmas.  Usually a full time appraiser does about 300 a year.  I figure if I work another couple of weeks I will be able to take off the rest of the year. Ha Ha.  I don't want to complain though.  I feel very fortunate to be working when so many are going through such a difficult time.  My prayers are with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SX_Pfx0Q_KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WRTVAvP_UtE/s1600-h/Photos+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296179831666441378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SX_Pfx0Q_KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WRTVAvP_UtE/s320/Photos+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week Lorin and I went to Vail, CO. What an awesome place. I was hired to plan a wedding in Vail for June 2009 and we went to do a site visit and get everything planned. I can't wait to go back in June. The mountains are awesome. This first picture is when we are leaving Denver - NO SNOW - It was almost 60 degrees when we landed. It was in the 70's the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the Way - I got a new camer - a Nikon D90 SLR - so I took lots of pics. I used to putz in photography and seeing all of Connie's pics gave me the inspiration to buy a new digital SLR. I don't expect to do what she does but she certainly gives me inspiration - Thanks Connie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296182281232246482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SX_RuXKQ5tI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nt5NuxYXpDw/s320/Photos+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the bridge behind the hotel we stayed at. It crosses Gore Creek. No driving -Just skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296182909937437794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SX_SS9RQzGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hApB9JxD0Jk/s320/Photos+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our hotel room. There was a fireplace, soaker tubs, lots of marble, hardwood, and a butler with each room. What an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296184133475504882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SX_TaLTeEvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/83T0XkasSVI/s320/Photos+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is one of the gondolas we took up the mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296184695454880226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SX_T641y0eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lwjv-j4N9QU/s320/Photos+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gondola will only go so far up the mountain. There is a private club we were looking at for the reception and the only way to get there is take the gondola to the top of the mountain and then the snowcat even further up. Here we are in front of the snowcat. It kept snowing hard that day and when we were coming down visibility was awful. There are red poles along one side of the trail so the driver knows where to go to stay on the mountain. Many times he couldn't see. He didn't tell us this till we were back down the mountain. I wanted to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296185944230561554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SX_VDk5HhxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/B76u8G1e62o/s320/Photos+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gondola was right behind our hotel and all the skiiers ended up right there.  Notice no snow coming down.  There was a blizzard going on up on top of the mountain and when we got to the bottom not a flake.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-69431856295789754?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/69431856295789754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=69431856295789754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/69431856295789754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/69431856295789754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-went-to-vail.html' title='We went to Vail'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SX_Pfx0Q_KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WRTVAvP_UtE/s72-c/Photos+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-8668475461446817993</id><published>2008-12-28T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:39:26.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmerichs' Annual Christmas Open House</title><content type='html'>Emmerichs' Annual Christmas Open House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285009050350179186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgfuujY03I/AAAAAAAAAEg/KLocfG7z_18/s320/Photos+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Fireplace Decorations -(Without Flash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285009184070034978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgf2gsr5iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_2w5pB62sQQ/s320/Photos+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Fireplace Decorations - (With Flash) - I couldn't decide which to use so I will show you both. Lots of decorating all around the house. I am usually ready to take it down, but I will be sad to see it go. I really like it this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Day is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day! So many good friends and family to enjoy the holiday with. The day began with Jenn, Heather, Morgan, Aubree, Lorin and I opening our gifts to each other and having breakfast - Egg Bake and Holiday French Toast Bake (already too much to eat).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284949046031532018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfpKBC_v_I/AAAAAAAAADg/ck88uecyV6I/s320/Photos+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubree decided to try Nana's Santa Hat - I just love this picture of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284956764321864850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfwLR6z3JI/AAAAAAAAADw/gNuqpcc9q8I/s320/Photos+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubree opening one of her gifts - Nana and Papa got her the Hannah Montanna bed set. - She has Hannah Montanna PJ's on, got a Hannah Montanna guitar from Santa - Do you see a theme this year? Reminds me of when the girls got tons of New Kids on the Block stuff. I think some of that is still floating around here. (I remember the year Lorin borrowed it from the girls for hunting season and took it all out to the hunting shack - sleeping bag and all - but that is another story for another day.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284956375552633346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfv0ppAKgI/AAAAAAAAADo/BpYbEdqcpA8/s320/Photos+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here she is opening another gift - I wonder what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284941592888696386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfiYL7RXkI/AAAAAAAAACA/P2pLSx9WmN0/s320/Photos+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It took her forever to open this and I don't think she guessed what it was until it was opened. Her new pool cue. I think by the time she is 10 she will be the next little pool shark. Watch out boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284942011826958082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfiwkl77wI/AAAAAAAAACI/U9oLd3y_ZHA/s320/Photos+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am soooo glad we cut back on the number of gifts we all gave this year. Can you tell. We certainly had a big enough mess when done opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284944807501851138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVflTTSxagI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2Ms7EbvfWcs/s320/Photos+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day moved into the Open House. Lots of friends, family, food, good cheer and old stories. I think by the time the day is over, my cheeks hurt from laughing. How special it is. - Several years ago we began our Christmas Open House. Family, friends and anyone who has nowhere to go on Christmas Day is welcome. You never know who might show up. Always a nice surprise to see the people who join us in our celebration.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284943028141701810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfjruqQOrI/AAAAAAAAACY/DvEMaTHZjVw/s320/Photos+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This year we again had a visit from Santa. We are so fortunate he has time to stop at our home. All the kids here must have been extra good again this year. Santa got lots of hugs. Here Aubree is giving Santa a hug. Olivia even brought cookies from home to give to Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284943310405346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfj8KLJprI/AAAAAAAAACg/ua5dnN36ml0/s320/Photos+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lots of kids sat on Santa's lap. (Kylee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284943528489486850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfkI2mdigI/AAAAAAAAACo/HHwdc4fDLnU/s320/Photos+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even some of the "Big Kids" sat on Santa's lap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284942833134606450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfjgYM8GHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1yORVdQsFf8/s320/Photos+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A group shot with some of the kids. Tough to get all of them in there at one time. I think there were about 20 kids here all under the age of 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285013505958730322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgjyE_P2lI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cXVMQF4Bdog/s320/Photos+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is Kylee, Aubree and Olivia - Lily on Casey's lap. The girls had lots of fun that day. Aubree says they are her best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284945634978875074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfmDd4qxsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2BPTIe8u74g/s320/Photos+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucas and Jackie getting ready to head out into the cold again. Aren't the ears cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284943961708717874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfkiEd-ZzI/AAAAAAAAACw/KQsK4aW2AO8/s320/Photos+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chloe and Kallie having a conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284944968836586530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVflcsT-HCI/AAAAAAAAADA/zVqgX_Z2ahw/s320/Photos+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some of the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284947875440399970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfoF4QUlmI/AAAAAAAAADY/YscguFoGCvE/s320/Photos+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another group shot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284945088624857074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVfljqjuD_I/AAAAAAAAADI/Au1PzhiC2Bw/s320/Photos+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cookies hiding in the cabinet. I wonder who did that - Lorin? He loves his mom's Sally Anns. He said his mom put them in there for him. Do we believe him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a fabulous day to spend with the people who mean so much to all of us. For those who could not share the day with us - we missed you and our thoughts were with you through the day. God Bless you all and thank you for sharing this very special holiday with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285014592263384178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgkxTydbHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/y87gS0_CeSk/s320/Photos+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Annie after the festivities. She looks kind of like how I felt when the day was done - pooped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-8668475461446817993?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/8668475461446817993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=8668475461446817993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8668475461446817993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/8668475461446817993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2008/12/emmerichs-annual-christmas-open-house.html' title='Emmerichs&apos; Annual Christmas Open House'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgfuujY03I/AAAAAAAAAEg/KLocfG7z_18/s72-c/Photos+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-4425298226850034186</id><published>2008-12-28T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:25:30.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car is "Busted"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conversation went something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn - "Mom, I am sitting at an intersection and my car won't work".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - What do you mean it won't work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn - I stopped at the stop light and it shut off and it won't start again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - What does it do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn - I turn the key and nothing. I need help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - Jenn, you are in Minneapolis and I am in Medford, I can't come and get you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn - What should I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - Put your flashers on and walk to a service station. (There was one across the street.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short - Her car is "busted". It needed a new engine. Cost to fix in Minneapolis - $3,400 - Cost to fix in Medford (Randy Hamm) - $1,500 - No brainer - Go get the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course when you plan to do something like this it always is an event. The trip was the Saturday before Christmas and I don't know if you remember the weather that day, but it was nasty. Lots of snow, wind, icy roads, yuck! Lorin and I borrowed a trailer from a friend and made the trip to pick up the car. Lots of cars in the ditch - probably close to a hundred. Some areas had several in a short stretch. Fortunately, our trip went well - slow but we made it home fine. Randy has now fixed her car and she was on her way back home today with it. Thank God for small town mechanics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285000188282315842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgXq4xwpEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ooN3IY_MJ4Y/s320/Photos+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a picture of Lorin chaining the car to the trailer. It looks like the car is eating him (or maybe he is coming out of the other end?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285000964582844770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgYYEuOqWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/okyBotTENPQ/s320/Photos+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285000518094024242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgX-Fa_7jI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Uc8SXLR30LI/s320/Photos+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was "girls weekend" by Jenn's so Heather and Jenn's friend Michelle were there to help with the "mission". (Annie is in the blanket - She was freezing.) Notice all the snow on their heads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285001644981149506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgY_rZ030I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vONToir6ihk/s320/Photos+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn and me - Her arm isn't long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285001357104266882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgYu6-oPoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1BPBRfz5ORs/s320/Photos+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better to do while dad works so lets dress up the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-4425298226850034186?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/4425298226850034186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=4425298226850034186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4425298226850034186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/4425298226850034186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-car-is-busted-conversation-went.html' title='My Car is &quot;Busted&quot;'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SVgXq4xwpEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ooN3IY_MJ4Y/s72-c/Photos+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5196615586967618978</id><published>2008-11-29T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:06:22.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine - Wine - Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/STHK0hmimHI/AAAAAAAAABw/gJ96nkVQmYI/s1600-h/Photos+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274219642349590642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/STHK0hmimHI/AAAAAAAAABw/gJ96nkVQmYI/s320/Photos+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a note for all you wine drinkers - I have the Christmas batch in the carboy. I'm on the final step so it should be done in about two weeks. Blackberry Cabernet (same as last Christmas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you all for the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5196615586967618978?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5196615586967618978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5196615586967618978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5196615586967618978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5196615586967618978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2008/11/wine-wine-wine.html' title='Wine - Wine - Wine'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/STHK0hmimHI/AAAAAAAAABw/gJ96nkVQmYI/s72-c/Photos+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-7293578129378947743</id><published>2008-11-29T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:01:05.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/STHGLsW8M3I/AAAAAAAAABo/dfVeIl3rIdA/s1600-h/Photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274214542815802226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/STHGLsW8M3I/AAAAAAAAABo/dfVeIl3rIdA/s320/Photos+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted in a few days and couldn't think of something to write about. Then, as I sat by the dining room table waiting for Annie to get "finished" I thought - My new table. Here is how the story started - Last year around the beginning of November, I said to Lorin, "We should build a new table for the dining room" The one we had was round and I love the table, but the room is so big, it kind of got lost. So as I explained to him how we were going to do this with the old butcher block top we tore out of the kitchen when we moved here. (I wanted a big old tressel table.) He asked - "We don't need to get this done for Thanksgiving do we." and in one of my more patient moments when it comes to a project I said - "No, we can wait till after Thanksgiving." Well it is now a year later and the table was never started so when I brought it up to Lorin about building a new table, his first question was - "We don't need to do that before Thanksgiving do we?" My response was a little different this time. I reminded him of the conversation we had a year ago and thefore, Yes, it does need to be done before Thanksgiving - This Year. We spent a day in the garage cutting, sanding, etc. and then realized that if we put the table together we will never be able to lift it. So, we took it into the house piece by piece to assemble. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought through the whole process (don't tell Lorin that part). In order to put the table together in the dining room we had to move the old table which was way heavier than I expected. I then decided I didn't want the rug that was under the table in the dining room anymore but rather in the living room. Sooooo - we then had to move the living room furniture - Oh no, haven't vacuumed under there in a while. Get the vacuum, search through all the legos, loose change, etc. Pick up stuff and put that away. Back to vacuuming. Put the furniture back. Back to the dining room, we moved the rug, dust under there too. Get the broom, sweep, clean, etc. (All this time the Packers were on and Lorin was keeping up on the game.) I then thought - I have that other rug downstairs, I wonder how that would look under the new table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "Lorin, come help me carry up that rug from downstairs" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorin - "What rug?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "The one in the family room. I will show you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorin - "What are you going to do with that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "Put it under the dining room table."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorin - "We just moved a rug from under the table."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me -" I know - I want to try the other one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorin - "Whatever" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go down to get the rug......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "I don't like that rug. Can you take it back down in the family room?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the table. Assembly - Build the legs, attach supports to the legs, etc. Well its time to put the butcher block on the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "There is no way I can lift that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorin - "Call Morgan"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait till Heather, Morgan and Aubree get here.... Thank God for Morgan. We assemble the rest of the table. Attach some new boards to the ends of the table (the butcher block wasn't quite long enough) and finish the assembly. Done for the night. The next night Lorin comes home from work and I wasn't home yet. He walked past the table and noticed there were scratches, nics, etc on the top. His first thought was - How did I do that. Julee is going to be ticked. Then as he looked at the table he noticed there were scratches and dings all over. I told him later, I wanted a new OLD table. I don't think he understands why I beat up a brand new table. Anyway, I had Thanksgiving at our house and the table was great. Here is a picture of how it turned out. I just need two more chairs - one for each end. I want something either covered in fabric or possibly some big old wood ones. I will have to watch the garage sales in spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-7293578129378947743?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/7293578129378947743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=7293578129378947743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7293578129378947743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/7293578129378947743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-table.html' title='My New Table'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/STHGLsW8M3I/AAAAAAAAABo/dfVeIl3rIdA/s72-c/Photos+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-3043280655446632579</id><published>2008-11-15T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:15:46.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Give Annie a Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you know, Annie is about the most spoiled dog around. So typically she goes to the groomer every three weeks. (It's not easy looking beautiful.) A few months ago, Annie's groomer moved to Eau Claire, so now I go to Eau Claire to get Annie groomed (spoiled dog).  Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I really don't have time to run to Eau Claire before then so I decided to give it a try.  Aubree was spending the day at Nanas and thought giving Annie a bath sounded like fun. Of course, Aubree and I also got a bath at the same time. You wouldn't think that a four pound dog could make such a mess. I have whole new appreciation for Jill (Annie's Groomer). Here are some photos of the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269026290724428770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SR9XfrLS2-I/AAAAAAAAABg/OvNskV59i_o/s320/Photos+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269021526404870898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SR9TKWs_svI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LS-vlCuTAV0/s320/Photos+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is right after her bath. A face only a mother could love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269022173357024802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SR9TwAyaJiI/AAAAAAAAABA/6AsMqZxykZQ/s320/Photos+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our bathroom after Annie's bath. Aubree had already started "cleaning" for Nana. I think we actually threw another whole dog in the garbage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269025664792585314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SR9W7PZg5GI/AAAAAAAAABY/HS4tTbwwbrU/s320/Photos+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Annie when we were finished. Back to being a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269023204360532370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SR9UsBkzMZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XGyld77MSpI/s320/Photos+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubree was helping Nana clean. It took about two hours to give Annie a bath, dry her and clip her hair.  It took another hour to clean up the mess in the bathroom.  I love my Groomer.  Notice Aubrees outfit.  As I mentioned, she and I got a bath when giving Annie her bath so she "borrowed a shirt from Papa." She said it fits perfect. Aubree loves the Swiffer Sweep and Vac. She told me several times that I was the best (because I got a vacuum just for her) - She was so excited to use "her" vacuum. Sometimes the smallest of things make them so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-3043280655446632579?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/3043280655446632579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=3043280655446632579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3043280655446632579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/3043280655446632579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-give-annie-bath_15.html' title='Let&apos;s Give Annie a Bath'/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SR9XfrLS2-I/AAAAAAAAABg/OvNskV59i_o/s72-c/Photos+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-5146510494369686082</id><published>2008-11-09T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:14:06.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>November 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;OK - I'm going to take a stab at this.  In the past whenever I thought about creating a blog, I always had an excuse - building a house, selling a house, building a house, selling a house, remodeling a house.... - you get the picture.  We are now staying put in the home we are in and I should have some extra time.  I know that you have all heard that before, but this time I feel like I am home.  We love our home and all that we have done to it.  The good thing is that we probably have another 10 years of remodeling to do here so we should never get bored.  Also,  my appraising business is going well, although lately there have been so few orders, it is kind of strange.  I hope this economy turns around soon..  I don't really know what to do with all my free time.   Luckily I have a few weddings coming up in 2009 that I am planning and/or decorating so they will also keep me busy.  The extra time has also given me the time to spend with Aubree.  We try to have NaNa/Aubree days from time to time.  She is in preschool (or as she calls it - pretty school) Monday through Thursday so not as many days to pick from.  She had off a few days ago and we spent the day together.  It started out as a normal day - Aubree has requirements that I stay in bed until she gets here so she can watch cartoons and snuggle with NaNa when she gets here.  (That part is so difficult to do.)  Finally when we got up we had to make coffee, which Aubree likes almost as much as NaNa.  We then ran errands and spent a few hours at the park.  I am sure I looked quite comical going down that spiral slide.  My feet kept getting stuck on the curves.  Part of our time at the park includes feeding the ducks and geese at the Mill Pond.  Aubree loves to do this and can't wait to get there.  She is always looking for the "Chubby White Duck".  There is only one white one and it tends to be a little more agressive when going for the food (consequently you have a chubby white duck).  Can't wait till the next NaNa/Aubree Day.  Who knows what will be in store for that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-5146510494369686082?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/5146510494369686082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=5146510494369686082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5146510494369686082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/5146510494369686082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-9-2008-ok-im-going-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625132394959298573.post-1059425449364390088</id><published>2008-11-09T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:36:20.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SReWtlYTHtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jMB3Pg2WOc/s1600-h/Photos+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266843999105392338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SReWtlYTHtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jMB3Pg2WOc/s320/Photos+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SReWGQhRNvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2Yt1tjJYpfU/s1600-h/Photos+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day. Aubree couldn't decide if she wanted to be Aerial or a vampire - what a difference. I think she just liked the pretty dress. Here she is posing for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625132394959298573-1059425449364390088?l=emmerichsevents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/feeds/1059425449364390088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=625132394959298573&amp;postID=1059425449364390088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1059425449364390088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625132394959298573/posts/default/1059425449364390088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmerichsevents.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Photos by Julee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987844193155866283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/Sz6D0xRmqaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NTBtQfOCoME/S220/Picture+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZHx-httnsg/SReWtlYTHtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8jMB3Pg2WOc/s72-c/Photos+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
